December a time for Christmas and love

brought to the amusement park a new ride

The fiercest of them all, and nowhere to hide.

Then January emerged a new year and more frightening effects

all walks of life rode it while it presented defects.

No restriction on age or height

It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.

 

We boarded the coaster and each of us had a different view

We held on tight, white knuckles emerged with sweat and fear

bracing ourselves for a whirlwind year.

February now and things got rough

only two months in and we already had enough.

March brought the steep climb we were locked down on top

April still no idea when this bubble would pop

Was there a fix and how would it spite?

It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.

 

Finally May but things haven’t changed

Only a collapsed economy and disease that seems to soar

Why the lockdown if it can come through the door?

June and the curve is not flat

July in a few days and all from a bat.

I’m holding onto my positive sight

It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.