
Hear, hear
The king of panic and fear!
it’s Monday
or Sunday
or maybe Friday
the days have departed
a mighty routine started
hours and hours,
and weeks,
a month of bacteria
no cafeteria
a deserted city
there isn’t even a kitty
a bleak soul,
Disinfect each and every bowl
breathe in, breathe out
the virus outside!
This auspicious year
has spread only fear!
Hear, hear
only time can heal.
The elusive Chronos…
he, alone, knows
how itchy is the nose.
The mask speaks
the skin’s so dry
bleach, wash, sanitize
don’t forget your eyes!
Did you order pies?
you better have some spies
if there is fever
you become a receiver.
The apocalypse, sci-fi
ghost towns, the future
Like in the movies
It’s almost quarantine
except it really is…
in Wuhan.
There’s no one around
no peace of mind to be found
Tell me, seer
all these folks
with all their jokes
were they to eat an iris
would it kill the coronavirus?