My contact with cash is remote/the virus has left me afloat/drifting sans wages/with increasing stages/of not having one single groat.
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Even though we are desirous
to be rid of this darn virus
it mutates so very quick
that it still makes us quite sick --
so we still deal with Osiris . . .
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When I'm gone, remember me
as one without much gravity;
I took my chances, blew a wad,
made mistakes, and sought for God.
Do not ask "What was the point?"
'Twas bringing laughter to the joint!
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