Ms. Rona

Ms. Rona certainly turned out to be a bitch.

She has taken everthing from everyone.

Our rest, our family, our friends, our world

She's taken over my entire life.

 

She's a devil, that Ms. Rona.

She's cleaned out the groceries,

Hoarding, bulk buying,

No sanitizer or toilet paper in sight.

Ms. Rona can you kiss my ass? I can't wipe it without the paper and I don't have a bidet.

 

I haven't had the chance to meet Ms. Rona.

Quite frankly, I hope I never do.

I hope my grandma never does.

I hope my grandpa never does.

I hope my brother never does.

My mother, my father, my dog, my aunts, my uncles, my baby cousin, my step cousin.

My first best friend, her boyfriend, my crush, my friends, old and new.

I hope she doesn't hurt Tom Brady.

I hope she doesn't hurt anyone, at all.

She's a toxic bitch, that Ms. Rona. And no one deserves toxic company.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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