The Dying Dollar Poem by Renee Marie
The Dying Dollar
Twenty-Sixteen Through Twenty-Twenty, No Man's Land
The Dying Dollar
The COVID19 deniers who holler
Rampant death and destruction
The Democratic reduction
The beautiful and the broken
Drive through for their token
One loaf of bread, one pound of cheese
Four years we've endured the demonic disease
The Cult is among us; a brazen White Clan
Forty-Five is their Master but he sure ain't no man!
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