Men at work. Men at home. 
Man goes berserk.We need work.
I need work. For real, for real work.

Before I go berserk. Out of work. 
You know the deal. In the hospital trying to heal. 
Falling beats, kill, kill...kill. 
Now don't question, is it real? 
Tko Holyfield deal. Real.
You know the deal. 
Too many. Too much to handle. 
America with a grip, not even a handle. 
Only scandal. 
Lost in America. Lost in pandemic. 
Never before. No galore. 
Only fallen loved and more.

Why lord? What for? 
COVID 19. Memorium. 
Of all loved now, and before. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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