Revised Poem: LIKE IT ISN’T HAPPENING

 

The jackhammer pounding 

Of government, industry, media

Repeat the same propaganda:

Get back to normal 

Go back to work

It’s mild, they say

Five days at home are enough

 

We haven’t licked this disease yet

Hell, there’s no Omicron vaccine until maybe March

People are filling hospital beds again

But by all means, reclaim normal

We’re giving away half our N95 stockpile

Only four tests a month via USPS

Ready or not, we’ll tempt you to 

Go back to the mall, hang out, shop

We might put up warning signs

But we’re not the mask police

Be normal again

But don’t blame us when you get sick

 

 

 

New Poem: ONE MORE LOCKDOWN

 into the submarine again

 doing my best to stay clear 

 of the bodyjacking Delta and Omicron

 seeing just one other person

 unless it’s time to leave for provisions

 staying clear of those grocery aisles 

 where people still take off masks

 to talk on their cell phones

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 thanks to a belligerent one-third of a nation

 we’re going into year three of unnecessary hell