Writing-Off the Pandemic
Writing-Off the Pandemic
Acting moody
Not doing my duty
A little bit snooty
Quite tutti-frutti
Psychic pandemonium
Feel flat as linoleum
Totally rum-dummy
Not to mention crummy
Pacing crazy
Not a little spacey
Heart beat racy
My eyes getting glazey
Four walls closin’
Me feelin’ frozen
What am I wantin’?
A bigger cave to crawl in?
But what do I have to complain about?
I have no viral fire to put out.
I’m not on mechanical ventilation.
Just a few month’s isolation.
Like many, many others.
So how to express
my purely mental stress?
I’ll do it right.
Take paper and pencil and write!
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