This was supposed to be a Christmas poem
But 2020 had me wear this ugly sweater all last year
Cartoon closet mode activated
Never seen Hey Arnold in another fit
Buy hey aren’t you tired of this? Sheeeeet
Sweata weatha
But my Saturday night ain’t live
2021, I didn’t ask for a sequel
I’m still living the credits of the last film
Last year was surreal
But Black Twitter captions were realer
I mean down right magical
Auntie Rona shut us down in the panny
That brought us the stimmy from “Money Bag Joe”
As folks chanted:
Stop. The. Count.
But don’t stop the stimmy count
12 hunnit, 6 Benjamin’s, and double 7 double 0’s.
Fam we eating crab tonight
Dats it.
This is Us.
America.
Tew Much.
Vac or no vac
Vacillating
Sis I’m ready to be outside
Sis:
I’m
Ready
To
Be
Outside
Y’all gone see these fits
Y’all gone see these tresses
Y’all gone see these dresses
When you see me says what’s up
Aleeeexxxisss
About to be slim fine
Looking like a dime
Still dressed in this gawt damn sweattaaaaa
Let me OUTSIDE!
Covid social distancing house arrest
The adult time out
I’m about to pull a Clorox Caren
Let me out
May I speak to the manger?
Raggedy Rona gots to go
She is no longer welcome in this establishment
She’s a vibe killer
I mean virus killer
Please exit stage left
But like gorilla glue
Auntie dont move
The virus
It don’t move
So I move
There were no more seats at the table
I brought my own folding chair
Thanks Bernie
I sit here patiently waiting on the green light
Ready to retire this ugly sweater
And see my friends
Again.
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