There is no wrong.
Everything is right.
You tell many lies,
every night.
Back to work,
you say to all,
in spite of our
not having a protocol.
More positive cases,
for many more,
while some races;
old and poor
who sicken and die,
while you keep score.
Success is ours.
We've heard that before.
Stop with the lies.
All our ears
are very sore.
Get thee gone from here.
We say this to you,
for in November
I intend to vote Blue