Am I a fool, To feel the way I do, To feel this way for you, My heart is calling out for you. * Was I a fool, To think you could feel this way to, To think you might want me, And that your heart might call for mine. * Well if I’m a fool, Then let it be know, And let it be said, I am a fool in love, And I am a fool just for you.
We’ve all heard of Covidiot, The one that wouldn’t stay, The suggested two meters away. *** Well I give you Covhypocrite, The one who couldn’t stay, Home when they told us to. *** Some people are a stain, On the boxers of politics, And should be lost in the wash. *** But some stains are strong, Like our recent Covhypocrite, And require a long cycle. *** Some Covhypocrites were humble, And fell on their sward, While others just cycle on. *** Not caring for the damage, They have done, Or how it looks to everyone. *** But a Covhypocrite, Is just another form, Of Covidiot.
I sit here in my cell, My bars the popup I get, When I click the status box. The punishment is silence, The accusation of spamming, A crime I did not commit. Some automated bot, Decided my fate, Judge jury and executioner. And my right to appeal? Non existent, Hidden behind a broken feature. So I’ll sit silent, In my Facebook Cell, Staring at my Facebook wall.
If I could write a poem that would make you love me, I would have written it already. If I could write a song that would make you see, How much you really mean to me. If words could only make you feel, The way I feel for you. But songs and poems and words of love, Never mean as much as a hug.