The Trick Medic

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross

"The Trader"

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I am your drugs
You must stay home with me.
Together we’ll be free
Covid says you can’t flee
I’m here for you each day
I want to play and play.
But your pain deep inside
Is why that I try.
I must suck you dry
Every time that you cry.
To help is my lie
I’ll be glad if you die.
But with me you keep going
Without even knowing.
What is this time
When sense has no rhyme.
So you keep using with me
Your true friend indeed.
To survive this pandemic
With me The Trick Medic.

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