My Polyanna Summer

The truth about the mRNA injections leave Covid Hysterics in a world in which they must look at everything with rose-colored glasses

Have you noticed how the Covid Hysterics will not even acknowledge the widespread death and injuries due to the mRNA injections?

Cognitive dissonance is so great and unpleasant that they prefer to deny reality and pretend everything is fine.

The term “Polyanna” comes from the 1913 Children’s book of the same name.  It is often used pejoratively  referring to someone whose optimism is excessive to the point of naïveté or refusing to accept the facts of an unfortunate situation.

And the term “rose-colored” has a similar meaning: A happy or positive attitude that fails to notice negative things, leading to a view of life that is not realistic.

My Polyanna Summer is sung from the perspective of a Covid Hysteric in his characteristic denial mode.

Check out the lyrics below:

MY POLYANNA SUMMER

(v1) I’ve been having nightmares/they’ve been going on too long
But when my slumber’s over/nothing’s wrong!

Not too long ago/I heard the world’s turned wrong
I would not believe it/so here’s my song

Chorus: It’s my Polyanna Summer/where all my dreams are fine
Why do some of us always whine?
It’s my Polyanna Summer/winter, spring or fall
There are no longer bad things I can recall

(v2) Please don’t talk of lockdowns/when people lost their jobs
I won’t entertain thoughts—they were robbed
My motives they’re always noble/we still need to keep safe
I just trust the experts—that’s my faith!

Chorus: It’s my Polyanna Summer/where all my dreams are fine
Why do some of us always whine?
It’s my Polyanna Summer/winter, spring or fall
There are no longer bad things I can recall

Bridge: Why all this obsession/with painful thoughts in the past?
Please believe I never heard of them—
It’s my Polyanna Summer/this will surely last
It’s my Polaynna outlook you must grasp!

(v3) Instrumental

Chorus: It’s my Polyanna Summer/I’m floating through the air
Why should I give into my despair?
It’s my Polyanna Summer/winter, spring or fall
There are no longer bad things I can recall

Bridge (2): Chorus: It’s my Polyanna Summer/people take deadly shots
I’ve been told to close my eyes
It’s my Polyanna Summer/ Happy it is not
All my dreams of freedom/I’ve forgot

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