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365 Bottles of Beer Off The Wall

Summary of a vile viral year

By Sandra LandauPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
365 Bottles of Beer Off The Wall
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Right now, the chaos is only ankle deep. I'm filling you in because you've been asleep.

We were never meant to live in fear, yet today, it feels like that's why God put us here.

I lay at night wide awake waiting for the light of a new day to reveal my fate.

The virus has indiscriminately run amok; there's over 500,000 people dead and nobody gives a f**k.

If I hear "new norm" one more time, I will turn them over and smack their behind.

There's a bigger problem, you see, because if I do that, I'll be locked up and never set free.

If you keep walking around with your face in your phone, when your time comes, you won't get to see His throne.

Remember we had a chance to walk side by side and hand in hand, but now we're all sad because we can only wave to each other from computerland.

Wake up! Wake up! This will soon be over. When we're told it's safe to emerge, the light will burn our eyes because we'll each have the world's biggest hangover.

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About the Creator

Sandra Landau

My hobbies are writing, complaining, sleeping, and breathing. Writing gives me an outlet to stop complaining, but sometimes it keeps me from sleeping. Breathing is my favorite hobby that I've been practicing my whole life! It's so easy!

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