It is a snowy, blizzardy day today
the kind that makes you want inside to stay
Warm blankets and a warm mug in hand
Curled up with a book is the plan
So no need to go outside
I’ll have my fun right here, besides
the quarantine would not let me anyways.
She is unhappy with this horrible thing around her head.
There is no chance for cleaning herself
And worse her water bowl gets her head wet.
As funny as it is to watch her eat
Sympathy also reigns the emotions
While she tries to navigate the room
And can not help but bump and knock over everything!
Two out of the five days have passed.
Soon my dear girl, soon you will be free again.
Hey baby, wanna go self isolate with me?
I’m a real Charmin guy, wanna feel how soft?
Kirkland ain’t got nothing on me, I’m Royale baby!
I’ll help you think Covid is over, as long as your the 19!
My throne room only has the best baby, it’ll wipe you off your ass!
So what do you look like under that face mask or would you rather make me cough?
…
Humour isn’t the only thing to get you through these times but hey facetime guarantees you won’t get anything communicable.
It has affected me!
Worse than usual this year!
Maybe because I CAN’T go out!
I CAN’T get away!
I’m locked inside!
Trapped with them!
Normally they go to school,
but now
NOW
they are stuck,
Stuck Inside!
with ME!
Survival of the fittest
is about to be tested
once again Darwin!
Unassuming.
Bland.
Simple platitudes
and remarks sprinkled throughout.
Boring and mundane.
Could be sent to anyone
by anyone.
But being creative and
writing something yourself.
Well,
that is just work!
The desk needs to be cleaned.
Papers scattered about.
Computer screen dirty
and so is the keyboard.
Tissue box almost empty.
Notebooks half opened.
Calendar slightly askew.
Pens escaping their holder.
Speakers about to fall off.
Lamp above has a burnt out light bulb.
And yet it was the still intact packaging
that is the single most noteworthy thing to mention.
The sickness starts off slowly
a cough here
a sneeze over there
People cover themselves
either with masks
or signs of the cross
Then the fever begins
as society as a whole
runs in panic
at the horrors
they soon will endure
Pandemics only enhance
what is already wrong
with the way things are currently done
No one still alive
will ever
go back to
normal
Horrors committed every day.
Senseless acts of violence.
Misunderstanding and injustices.
People rioting and fleeing the uninoculated.
Chaos reigns as the world goes mad.
Who is to stay sane in these stressful times?
Then again,
when was the world ever sane?
or safe?
Thoughts swirl around
To burn it would be sacrilege.
Yet its beauty must be consumed.
I watch the wax melt
and slowly I pool beside it.
Dripping lifeless onto the floor
I watch the flames burn the blue
from my headache
and I close my eyes
as I drift of peacefully.
When the desire to leave
can not be fulfilled
your mind begins to imagine strange scenarios
where all you do
is run
run
run
and run away.
Instead
house cleaning it is.
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