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The 2020 Chip Down Blues

The torture tune of trauma town
Rings in my midnight ear
To say to me when chips are down
All merriment will disappear...
When introverts, not the warrior,
Will be the ones that thrive
When city streets get gorier
As intubations survive...
More so than those who shriek and shout
In a rally or ugly crowd
With an unwitting spittle spout
Ever and anon too proud...
Since salvation comes, as you will see,
Packaged in humility.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Author's Note
From December 18th, 2020

Inspired by all those who were convinced they wouldn't get Covid, only to die from it.
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