S***s and Deals

We all have our own s***s and deals

Battles we fight to keep up the reel

Lives at stake if we mess the ordeal

Tough times to deal with a strong will.

We have these s***s and deals all around

Frays over ideal well-groomed bound,

Fuss we fret that create painful sounds

Until when the pandemic stays in pound.

For only seven hundred and more hours of fright

At third of our twelve, we all have left in doubt

Fear of uncertainties over crumbling hope of hows

Seems constant never exist, things change too loud.

As we all stumble to live with a faith we renew

Over again kneeling for a salvation that feels askew.

To whom antidote will be served is just for a few

As it goes the system per strata rumbling in stew.

Who comes first from a society of all hypocrisy

From top boiling down to bottom hierarchically

Who arrives with a diem is in pure priority

But appears with a please dies in painful peace.

For each of our every s**t and deal we frown

Doubts for tomorrow stay still on the ground

Will salvation we long yearn descend in a gown

To keep our hell from falling eighty-sixed down?

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