It’s the most wonderful time of the year
They’re really pushing the fear
And trying to make the light of hope
Completely disappear
The struggle that most can’t perceive
Is fiercely waged, they deceive
The common people beyond the scope
That many could ever believe.
But ask yourself one little thing:
Why are the rules differing?
The only ones I see sick (don’t mope)
Have felt the needle sting.
Are You Reading Me?
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