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The rain came and cooled the streets

Days after the election, bullets were in the air

People shooting off like a premature ejaculation

Puddles form over communities torn apart

Food for the soul and music for the heart

A country broken like a donut center

Tim bits, munchkins, little dough balls

Like lollipop kids when the witch calls

Football's halfway over

Twenty twenty will soon be gone

Not much allowed for fun

Covid's still here, not much else to do

But down a forty or two

Turkey, eggnog, fruitcakes, and ball dropping

Holidays are among us but nobodies shopping

Quarantine pregnancies and shotgun weddings

Should have paid more attention to who we were bedding 

Divorces are up and loyalty is down

The virus turned us all into an ass clown

Everything will soon be buried in snow

The bitter cold will blow

And freeze over this hellhole

Everything will be at calm and peace

It's your life, grab a new lease

Before time runs out and they pronounce you deceased

As you're reading this, the number in the ground just increased

One more voice came to cease

But it's the living that needs to rest in peace