New Poem: WHY WE ARE STILL FAR FROM NORMAL

 getting too used to rebellion against common science 

 battle whine of I won’t live this way

 getting too used to not caring about others suffering

 no tears shed for the dying with only health care workers 

 being the ones to see them off prematurely

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you’ll go ahead and invite your friends over

for a mask free living room jamboree 

and snicker at the roommate who shelters in a motel

so he won’t risk missing work and losing pay

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the long cold winter is coming

the end of this poem can only be written by you

New Poem: CAUGHT FLATFOOTED

when the massive death ship drops anchor again
we’ll blame the protesters and no one else
not the Las Vegas and Reno vacationers
not the overflowing pool parties in Ozarks
certainly not the federal and state leaders
and all the National/Local on-air news people
who cranked up their bullet microphones
to holler out:
OPEN UP OPEN UP
WE ARE LOSING MONEY HAND OVER FIST
GO BACK TO SHOPPING MALLS
SEE A MOVIE (PREFERABLY TENET OR MULAN)
IN A THEATER WE HOPE TO EXPAND TO 50 PERCENT
CAPACITY BECAUSE WE CARE MORE ABOUT
PROFIT MARGINS THAN YOUR HEALTH
AND IF IT WEREN’T FOR THOSE DAMN GOVERNORS
WE’D MAKE YOU GO TO CONCERTS TOO!
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like I said above,
we’ll blame the protesters
and the National/Local news people love Both Sides
so we’ll endure the awful president being given oxygen
and lifted from the canvas before the count ends
in order to pretend much of 2020 never happened
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so much easier to let death run wild
than learn from our lack of awareness
and our efforts to stay ahead of the flattened curve