Twenty Twenty Three

It’s hard to believe it’s 2023

And I’ve lost all sense of time

Covidians appeared

And three years disappeared

The New normal plagues our minds

And I’m hoping that we’ll never say goodbye

Our moral compass and our clear blue skies

If you still believe in magical disease

Then you have lost your mind

If you actually believe in they died suddenly

Then I think you’ve lost your mind

The sirens from the ambulances cry

No one seems to even blink an eye

Gonna miss you gonna miss you

Munchausen bi proxy has got you

It’s 2023 and they’re causing scarcity

with these fake ass proxy wars

Farmers paid to burn their crops

Shelves empty in the shops

Don’t mention the Jews or they’ll ll cancel you

Let’s book the surgery cos she likes blue

Gonna miss you gonna miss you

Munchausen bi proxy has got you