Sonnet Xviii - Masters Covid-19 Trap Poem by Zachary Buck Hultman

Masters daughers can't smell or taste, Covid
Other daughter locked in with her all week
Still workin, meat packn, lives endangerin
Prostitution, enslavin, penny pinchin

Masters drivin her, then bar hopin
Their mental disorder problem causin
Locked in with no where i can be runnin
Don't do what they say, be a hideaway

Whats their play, will I be beaten today?
What do they take away, while cough away
It's all theirs to say, go work the next day
Nowhere to call, police prop slavery

Super spreaders backslash they murderers
My biochemical terrorizers