COVID 19 was the catalyst
that painted us blue
if you weren’t crazy before you
sure are now when
I look outside I see
nothing when I look
inside I see
less I’m on emotional
lockdown all is
blank and suffocating my happiness is long overdue another bus that won’t
be coming soon
schizophrenic pandemic aggression may hold us in a
confinement beyond physical arrest some minds will corrode with the loss of
personal liberty others
might grow morbid and lonely but I
banquet on my own thoughts and sing like a caged
bird
oh lordy don’t cut me no slack I’m making no applications for beneficiary status I require no validation from abstract strangers or fawning supplicants lead me not to
redemption but deliver
me from the tender
mercies of holy
rollers and curtain twitching superintendent do gooders
I’m your regular egoist who recognises the limitations circumscribed by charity and I know that sometimes you have to cut a sucker loose before he drags you down these are the days of pestilence and woe my kettle’s on the boil and my cup is overflowing with final demands and
hate mail but you won’t catch me counting any beads I’d rather risk insolvency than go on bended knees
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