Corona, the Devil
Yesterday I wrote a poem in my head,
It was a beautiful thing and made me cry,
For I have been in isolation since a man said
You have rules of when you can come and walk by..
Not one little foot have I put out the door, and
Depression plagues me more and more.
Oh, I do know I am not the only one,
Though I am told I’m a likely one.
Medicine whispers in my ear, my car was wrecked,
I’m full of fear after chest pains gave me a scare
How often I thought “when I have time,” but
Not one little foot have I put out the door.
Once I held my head high into the clouds,
And asked for directions as to how I could please?
And I did ==
, but now I wait for a sweet potato from the mike,
Maybe the virus will die before I!
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