1. Fools

The number in the beginning of the post title for posts this month refer to the day and order of poems for napowrimo. It’s April. I have poems now.

This one is called “Fools”~ 

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The year is 2020–

and the joke’s on us. 

High hopes, heads up,

new decade, fresh start— 

2020 will be our year. 

Well, the joke’s on us. 

Double 20,

I don’t have 2020 vision—

I never could have seen this coming. 

The months change, and each one 

lasts an eternity. 

Time is infinite, 

and time isn’t our friend. 

Oh, the joke is on us. 

2020 isn’t our year— 

we never asked for this. 

March changes to April,

and we’re fools.

Fools, fools, fools.

2020 laughs in our faces

and tells us how wrong we all are.

Only fools fall;

we all fall down.

Fools, fools, fools. 

In 2020, we are all fools.

We are April Fools. 

Joke’s on us—

2020 fooled us all.