Begone, annus horribilis!
You’ve gone and made me scribble dis
You taxed me to the breaking point
You’ve made your godforsaken point
I hate your Chinese Viral Doom
That filled each ER waiting room
But Dandy Cuomo went one better:
“Let all da fogies die togeddah!”
Run to Walmart! Buy PPE!
Sanitizer! Lysol! TP!
Small businesses by lockdowns rotted
What was left, the riots gotted
In the streets, the fire-bombah
Arrested, but sent home to momma.
And our fine health bureaucracy
Made errors far as eye could see
“Bigots worse than death!” they cried
And three hundred thirty-nine thousand died.
Then the election, where more folks voted
Than battleground states had voters toted
The counting stopped, strange votes came in
To let the cellar dweller win.
A terrible year by all accounts
And now as seething anger mounts
Congress tries to close the gate
By printing cash to stimulate
And form an economic bubble
Which always leads to fall and rubble.
Annus horribilis, out with you
And kiss my anus as you do.
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