Sick In Bed

The world can change so fast,
I don't mean globally,
Whether your talking war, famine, climate,
It's all the same to me,

But check your perception of all of them,
From yesterday to now,
If you're honest and take stock of your thoughts,
You'll find you're a different person, somehow,

Because your attention's constantly pulled,
This is no new secret,
How else did humankind get where it's now,
With no curious bit?

But here's the thing,
They don't tell you at birth,
At some point you will be on your death bed,
Then only you can you guage what your life's worth.

While On Hold

As I wait on this call,
The music oscillates,
But not too much before the voice comes on,
Regretful for the wait,

I may want to call back later, it says,
The wait time will be long,
There is a high volume of inquiries,
In this time of Covid, back to the song,

But I've already invested so much,
As I lie here in bed,
With no indication of the wait time,
I am now committed,

So much of my life,
I'll never see again,
At least what I'm about to write will live,
Wait! I've just been put on with the agent.

Should I Not Jab

Though I'm cloudy headed,
From being infected,
I wonder what would have happened without,
The jabs I accepted,

I'll never know, but if my head's a clue,
I wouldn't have faired well,
The fever, cough, and general fatigue,
If much worse could have meant the hospital,

I know, I know, it's all conspiracy,
Plus my right to be free,
It's nothing to do with those who must deal,
With the minority,

Who just don't care,
About none but their own,
Who think that rights are the right to a world,
Where rights are theirs and only theirs alone.

Privilege

Privileged to work from home?
Some folks would disagree,
Say that the strain is bad for mental health,
Lacking face-to-face comaraderie,

They might point to the need for extra room,
Equipment and bandwidth,
People don't understand the sacrifice,
Finding so much space in your residence,

Others admit, yes it is pretty sweet,
But one day it will end,
Is the joy worth the pain of returning,
To the office again?

That's not the point,
If I might be so bold,
Remove your concerns from the equation
Think of those who never got to go home.

Perspective

I've received the vaccine,
For me, that's a big deal,
Tell that to some people in the U.S.,
They'll tell you how they feel,

Like surprise that it's taken me so long,
They got jabbed long ago,
One forgets that country's so very rich,
When they push any button, off they go,

But here in the country where I reside,
We're better off than most,
The disparity between rich and poor,
Is truth from coast to coast,

So there are some,
Who may never be safe,
While here I lie fearing I'll have to go,
Back to the commuting from a home office.

What If?

If you had the chance to,
Run out into the streets,
Maskless, free, right onto an aeroplan,
Into cafes for meets,

Into the arms of a long-unseen friend,
Just like the good old days,
Back and forth each day into an office,
Smooshed up together like sardines on trains,

In clothes you've not worn for seven days straight,
Midst a thirty day run,
Day drinking the hell out of the weekdays,
Like a world champion?

If you'd that chance,
What would you pay for it?
Undistracted from life's first world problems,
Of tweaking until you get the right fit.

What About Me?

There is not much to say,
People cannot go out,
Except for strictly survival reasons,
Or church for the devout,

Spots in the world are outdoing others,
The sun is shining bright,
While I'm sitting here sad, in my bed,
Wondering if the corona will bight,

Nobody can know the devastation,
That is inflicting me,
Sometimes it's hard to make a hardy meal,
From the shelves of my fully stocked pantry,

But that's not all,
My internet's a gong show,
I've called Rogers so much i've given up,
When I'll drop a zoom call, I just don't know!

Heard Immunity?

Is it time to return,
Past preoccupations,
To the forefront, in front of Covid fears,
Over this past annum?

Countries are now claiming immunity,
With mass vaccinations,
The richest ones, who will soon demand that,
There must be a passport for anyone,

Who wants to travel across their border,
So much for unity,
All this common threat to humans has shown,
Is inequality,

Those with money,
Person or government,
Will take care of themselves, then when secure,
Share enough to stay superincumbent.

Check In

Life has continued on,
The garbage is picked up,
There may be more empties for scavengers,
But still, no half-full cup,

Memories are slowly being replaced,
With time in quarantine,
For those lucky enough to have a home,
But for many, things are much like they've been,

While others thrive like they've never before,
And before, thrive they did,
It's like the tap of magnification,
Has been ripped right open,

If you were poor,
Boy, aren't you poor, now?
That's the way capitalism survives,
When ninety-nine percent can't figure how.

Be Vigilant

The new strains are growing,
More infectious, harsher,
The kind we were happy Covid wasn't,
Wen this started, last year,

Before the protests against mask-wearing,
Then conspiracy claims,
Though if this was the illuminati,
I can't even begin to guess their aims,

So twelve months of practice at being safe,
Don't think we've learned a lot,
If the nose above that mask's any clue,
Or the headache I've got,

So, strap in tight,
By that, I mean your mask,
Vaccines only work against what is known,
Nothing is known until it has attacked.

The More Things Change

Is it getting closer?br> It seems late, already,
Not to be a harbinger of despair,
But where's Covid for me?

The safety of isolation's just fine,
With death at your doorstep,
When it's out visiting other people,
Privileged indignance is what you get,

I won't be happy until I can wheeze,
Through a ventilator,
"I did all I could to protect myself,
"What has it all been for?"

I just don't know,
But then, I never did,
The same old armchair philosophizing,
Kept prosperity from me like the plague.

Been There, Done That

Some people are claiming,
It makes no difference,
Who you vote for on November the third,
Which don't make any sense,

Maybe if both candidates used the lies,
That we're all so used to,
That all they want's the best for everyone,
Then they win and nothing has changed for you,

That is a system that is broke, for sure,
That certainly must change,
But trying out a fascist candidate,
Is not a good exchange,

That has been tried,
Millions died fighting it,
Or simply being of a certain race,
Blamed because the existing system's shit.

The World's On Fire

It's hard to say what's next,
In the world or in life,
They say in turmoil's opportunity,
Yet all I see is strife,

Unlike what my short life has seen as of yet,
It's not mass media,
Fascism reigns while the clouds refuse to rain,
On forest fires in California,

Covid is not only killing thousands,
It's dividing many,
Conspiracy and economic castes,
Suspicion and money.

That's redundant?
I'll tell you what else is,
Each generation seeks to better things,
Then ends up getting the same prognosis.

Catching Up

RBG passed away,
Graham's reversed claims he made,
Trump will fill her seat before November,
Goodbye, Roe versus Wade,

Tik-tok can live again in the U.S.,
The data now can stay,
In America in Walmart's assets,
I'm sure there's no cash from that Trump has made,

Covid19's on the rise everywhere,
Still, folks are fighting masks,
Like science is a big conspiracy,
Led by whom, you may ask,

The same who think,
Climate change is a thing,
While forest fires are beyond control,
And the ice shelves are constantly crumbling.

To Get Through

When there's no worthy news,
You're up, distraction's not,
All you need, you can no longer afford,
Don't need what you've ere bought,

The work you've yet to do's not yet your dream,
Still, time's not stopped for you,
Nor has the world, as you try to keep up,
With doing your part, but not wanting to,

As you struggle to remember your place,
Where you were heading for,
Now that your goals have been removed from you,
At least two meters more,

Remember this,
Oh geeze, now I've forgot,
Either don't give up hope on your desires,
Or be grateful for the things that you've got.

The Vaccine Gambit

The vaccines are coming,
Before 3 November,
But not soon enough for people to know,
If it is a keeper,

In fact it might be a bigger killer,
Than the virus has been,
Of course this ploy's nothing to do with cures,
But Trump's desire to win by any means,

Then once he does, what will be the next move,
With the four years he's left?
Whatever can make him the most money,
By law, deceit or theft.

Please don't guffaw,
I'm not touting fake news,
That might be the one thing he won't deny,
He cares not for people, but not to lose.

Fast News Day

What is going on here?
There is nothing to write,
Not that news has stopped being reported,
But the tunnel's lost light,

The fires still burn in California,
We're all still wearing masks,
Except for those living in Florida,
Or anywhere they don't believe in facts,

Belarussians still fighting for freedom,
Don't seem to be winning,
Despite obviously still killing foes,
Putin is still grinning.

Why wouldn't he?
The powerful are safe,
I bet they must be getting pretty bored,
Life is hard when you always get your way.

Never Look Back

Let's just call it over,
The turmoil is too much,
Sometimes it is best to destroy something,
Than to love it too much,

Sometimes it's better to laugh something off,
Than try to deal with it,
Though the destination's where you end up,
The way you get somewhere's as important,

In fact, time only exists on the road,
All else is a junction,
Pointing your eyes at the subsequent goal,
In your trip's succession.

Do you get it?
There is no turning back,
Even if you look directly behind,
You are looking at a wholly new track.

QAnon

 Have you been red-pilling?
Do you know what that means?
Awareness of the satanic cabal,
That controls what we see,

Trump is leading the battle against them,
Don't let fake news deny,
Everything that you thought you knew is wrong,
Unless you thought that all your read was lies,

Gates created the global pandemic,
To put chips in us all,
If you have truoble believing this fact,
You're owned by the cabal.

This is all real,
For those who believe it,
Which is a growing number of people,
With more vigor than those who think it's shit.

Warehouse 12

Thousands have been injured,
Over one hundred dead,

Hundreds of thousands left without a home,
Could have been avoided,

Two thousand, seven hundred fifty tonnes,
Of ammonium nitrate,
Stored at the Beirut port for seven years,
From a Russian ship whose payments were late,

Despite the knowledge of the government,
About the dangers there,
Thirteen hundred times Oklahoma's bomb,
Sat like a fatal dare,

That then blew up,
Seems from a fire next door,
Lebanese stringing nooses from windows,
Demanding to know who they made them for.