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Sunday, April 05, 2020

Miasmic Pentameter

Miasmic Pentameter
(A Pandemic Poem)

Grocery store especially grim today
Toilet paper gone, no flour

People are baking and shitting
Like no other time in history

A crabby ass lady hums a dark psalm
Scouring soup label like scripture

Finding no quick redemption
She settles for low sodium

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