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nurserymares
I
how now said the dead
cow to the falling moon
while the dealers cooked
up murder on a silver spoon
my dear little boy blue,
come, blow taps on your
horn
opioids, heroin and
fentanyl
the end comes much,
much too
soon
II
hickory dickery
doc
a virus stopped
the clock
time stood still
as many became
ill
a small gift from
China,
our friends in
Wuhan
to spread fear and death
far across every land
III
silicone valley bank
sat a top a fake wall
silicone valley bank
thought it was above
it all
but government investments
went bust
as interest rates rose up from
the dust
silicone valley bank fell
and busted it's shiny
silicone shell
at the end of the day
no one will
win
unless the boys in
Washington bring
enough money to
put silicone valley
back together
again
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