A parting shot to this year
A reminder to do no harm
So roll up your sleeve, twice in fact
And get a shot in the arm
If you’ve not warn a mask ‘cause you’re so wise
To you, I sadly must say
Don’t ever expect me to visit
Should you have a hospital stay
I don’t care if you don’t like me
Or what I have to say
Go ahead, tell me to go to hell
On 2020’s final day
You’re the jerk and the loser
If you simply carry on
As if coronavirus
Is some big ol’ health risk con
Smooth Aggregator, Not So Smooth Poet 