The Lesser Evil

If you have nobody,
How lonely you must be,
Phone calls and greetings from six feet away,
Can't satisfy your needs,

While no one claims to know the duration,
Of this isolation,
They know that solitary confinement,
Is cruel and unusu'l punishment,

At least we all can still buy booze and weed,
That law appears prudent,
Drinking alone beats being with your thoughts,
Unadulterated.

But, then again,
If you're ere dependent,
The hospitals can't deal with your detox,
If they must also handle this Covid.

Just The First One

The next wave is coming,
With the wave of airplanes,
People who have been the least diligent,
Who’ll be first to complain,

Of coughing and fever and lack of smell,
After backyard bonfires,
Forget flattening the curve after that,
Unless we pull the starting point higher,

They say it’s not about not getting it,
But managing the stream,
So the hospitals can manage the sick,
Without choosing who’s seen,

And who will die,
Which, yes, exceeds the flu,
Another wave is the reoccurrence,
Of the next Covid, this is practice, too.

With Best Intentions

Strain is getting higher,
As the numbers do, too,
Covert and fast without ID to scan,
How much can I trust you?

Not that you're washing your hands ev'ry hour,
Or maintaining your space,
But that despite all of your precautions.
Contamination hasn't taken place,

For by the time a treatment's created,
More will have it than not,
For most it's not a matter of if, but when,
You'll get what's to be got,

So don't blame me,
I didn't make this thing,
Intentions pure, actions clean as can be,
My fingers crossed while hands disinfecting.

Make It End

We are all just waiting,
For this madness to end,
The days indoors not knowing what you've touched,
Being distanced from friends,

Being paid less than you're supposed to be,
If being paid at all,
Not having many places to spend cash,
Even if you somehow had a bankroll,

Seeing everyday numbers get higher,
Inching their way to you,
Would I could get it over with, myself,
If you'd not get it, too,

Then there's the cure,
May that search end, also,
Until then, multiply the hospitals,
Plus do not leave me poor when Covid goes.

It Ain't Me

Isn't it exciting,
The party down the street?
All them shouldering up to each other,
Hopefully, you will meet.

Thank goodness the virus is not for you,
Your bubble's strong and firm,
Now wash your hands a couple seconds less,
You've built an understanding with your germs,

That sore throat's obviously something else,
Self-wisdom thrives in you,
'sides, anything you manage to pass on,
Is probably the flu,

Because out there,
Is a show you're streaming,
You're one in eight billion around the world,
Whose pandemic is not what it's seeming.

Don't Ask Me

Does my chest feel heavy?
Was that a special cough?
Does my head feel hotter than usual,
Should I take two weeks off?

How can a bricks and mortar company,
Recover from this blow?
Same rent owing with half the revenue,
For whatever god there is only knows,

How will those living on the precipice,
Survive, given they do?
It's little comfort when the trite reply,
It's not bad as the flu.

Who gives a shit?
Tell that through the plexi,
To the essential worker getting paid,
Minimum wage so you can buy TP.

Where Is The Wealth?

Where is all the money,
Each of us was promised,
Either through hard work or matrimony,
When we were only kids?

It's blowing away faster than it came,
With the economy,
Do you think that after this is done with,
The government's getting you to your feet?

Let Covid be a lesson for us all,
We've not been smart enough,
Not to save money for a rainy day,
But we've devalued us,

Let there be light,
Shed upon trying times,
From the dire prospects of near poverty,
Ope the coffers filled with our sweat and grime.

Society's Roots

We are all under stress,
The world has changed a lot,
Instead of people looking at themselves,
They're scared what others got,

They're looking at you with uncertainty,
Sidle left or deke right,
Be on the lookout for a sneeze or cough,
Any scene could erupt into a fight,

Many want to do something to help out,
But we're not trained that way,
By the time you figure what show to watch,
Frankly, you are just drained.

This is the test,
Of what we're meant to be,
Fighting until we're the last standing or,
Inherently loving humanity.

What Makes Us Great Again

This is a new being,
Though much has stayed the same,
While we treat fellow humans with more care,
Hate's on a diff'rent plane,

It's the fatal flaw that thwarts each ideal,
Free markets ain't evil,
Neither is the notion of anarchy,
They'd be the same run with equal good will,

We would each of us be taken care of,
For we'd care back in turn,
Ambition turned to community health-
Why stare so taciturn?

Right, say no more,
That's not what makes us great,
Everything humans have yet accomplished,
Is thanks to a greed that appears innate

Helping Out

You want to do something,
But don't know where to start,
Looking after yourself is hard enough,
The horse that pulls the cart,

How much time do you have to sacrifice?
How much others for you?
Giving it up seems against the purpose,
Community was one day meant to do,

Pool resources to make life easier,
Still, people have to toil,
Would they could all just do what they do best,
But nature always foils,

With assortment,
Like a box of choc'lates,
Now Forrest is in self-isolation,
And our resources are basically lost.

Our Window

Everyone is dying,
To do what they do best,
As the economy takes away jobs,
While Covid does the rest,

People are running down the street for health,
Our dreams are remembered,
Monopoly is just a game again,
While mortgage payments are being deferred,

The Green New Deal is now within our grasp,
If money can be quashed,
While we all expend the same energy,
That the Earth may be washed,

By our own hands,
Of course, sane minds must rule,
With a shock doctrine for the good of all,
Not colonization and fossil fuel.

The Times

The air's getting cleaner,
Saving potential souls,
Instead of boats, swans and dolphins swim in,
Rio de l'Arsenal,

It's like the earth is saying, "there, you see,
"That wasn't so painful,"
But then the economy answers back,
"Except, I'm taking food from people's bowls,

"No one that wasn't rich in the first place,
"Will receive true relief,
"They will all starve, until they're back to work,
"And I'm back on my feet."

Double distress,
Not to mention Covid,
We catch a glimpse of what humans could be,
Just to see more tragically, what we did.