Ode to COVID-19 in the United States
A coronavirus poem
nocturnal daydreams
trapped indoors
one, two, three,
five, sixseveneight, eleven
over three-hundred-thousand
no, one million cases,
but it would be zero,
disappear out of nowhere,
churches packed on Easter Sunday
shake hands and rejoice
as all return to work,
reopen the country
no masks in public,
re: wear cloth masks in public,
shoot up Lysol to kill the virus
it can't kill you if you kill yourself first
goodbye high school proms, college graduations,
nursing home visits, funeral services,
goodbye, grandma
hello childhood home and telecommuting
stimulus checks to make rent
while the unemployment site is down again,
no gatherings of ten or more
except outside the statehouse
Baskin Robbins, don't tread on me
it's my constitutional right to get a haircut
Boris Johnson has it
Chris Cuomo has it,
broadcasts from his basement
Tom Hanks donates antibodies,
everyone stay six feet apart
why isn't the WiFi working?
Joe Exotic and Animal Crossing
saviors and distractions
I'll kick your ass if you cough
into your hand one more time
the aisles are one-way,
can't you read?
Karen, no one ever died
from not getting a haircut
we're all getting restless
but you can't stop a virus with your AR-15


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