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And I can go out there

To walk and sing in the weather so fair.

…

I must stay inside

while the chirping birds and squirrels play outside.

Fuck.

What can I use for a mask.

Understanding between humans

Knowing an objects or services value

allows for exchanges where society may benefit.

Yet exploitation abounds

and people are fooled into thinking

that their contributions are not as valuable.

So then unbalanced situations occur

as one gathers more than they may ever need

and hoard it from all the rest of society.

For those on the bottom

it is hard to get out from underneath

that fat blocking hand of dehumanizing wealth.

Yet, even though

the ones wearing the smirks

know that they can only keep their money

if they continue to use the labour of those beneath them.

There is the conundrum

that all society faces

and it is telling when you must face others

as to why you treat those you do

the way you do.

Poverty is not a sin

but a situation where

those in it work harder than anyone else

just to stay alive.

Tomorrow begins a new week.

One of trying your best to survive.

Mental and physical exhaustion takes its toll.

Food and rest only go so far

As the new normal begins again.

We all want to have a good life.

We all want to be treated as human beings.

Thoughts abound as the night drags on

And the week starts before it ends.

I love to pun rhyme

It can get so rad

That I forget to warn

Friends to bury the lad

So I venture forth

In the sun fun I’ve had

Explaining the unconvinced

About the start of my fad

To sleep I shall go

Home to stay where I’ll be glad

Woke up with a sore throat.

No masks can I make.

My nose sniffles but not always.

No testing can I take.

Is it the pandemic virus I’m scared of?

Or can I pretend that it is fake.

No going out for this possible carrier

so I guess I better go back to baking.

Things are going awry.

Time just flies by.

My rhymes I do try

are terrible. I cry!

You jump to five without thinking.

You catch yourself wondering why?

A moment later four cars whiz past

And the birds singing are one less than that!

So where does the day go when you need another tomorrow?

Wait until the end of the week

when the storm drains back up

and the threes all come bursting out.

People think of things that seem permanent.

Statues in their honour.

Names and faces to live on after you are gone.

A palace built so grandly.

A place of worship for people to journey to.

A story or song written because of you.

So why then does

A friendly wave that goes by so fast

and yet is most remembered?

The smiling face that filled our hearts

and helps others endure the hardships.

Permanence does not last.

15 minutes of fame

and then who remembers you now?

I complain about the cold

I complain about the aches

I complain about the pains

I complain about the kids these days

I complain about the weather

I complain about the heat

I complain about the current situation

I complain about politics

I complain that I am not yet 50 and yet I still complain