The Corona lullabies

Just a poem

The Corona lullabies

What is the fact

About the shot

Take it or get

That disease

But if I did

And got a clot

All will be set

As they please

Any way I choose

I really lose

It looks more like

A random spin

Of a fortune wheel

That makes me feel

Where ever it stops

I cannot win

Guardian of days

Waiting for what

I don't believe

Will materialize

Excuse my French

It's a fucking trench

Of murky waters

Covered with lies

I'm trying to tell

Before the bell

Claims the end

When it rings

The alien Sam

Hopes to depart

Before He start

Forgetting things

Them, little words

Like songs of birds

Shining through

The universe deep

"Now, I lay me

Down to sleep

I pray the Lord

My soul to keep

And if I die

Before I wake

I pray the Lord

My soul to take"

I do declare

Hereby admit

Life was not more

Than a piece of shit