Two-Ply Guy
He shouts,“My horde, my gold, it lines my 12 shelves”,
As the Earth jolts and unravels it all.
A plight arose unanticipated,
A future halted and frustrated,
Soon thy shelves will be vacated,
Faux security for the constipated.
A plight arose unanticipated,
A future halted and frustrated,
Soon thy shelves will be vacated,
Faux security for the constipated.
Folks lost their way when the reality of the pandemic took hold.
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