Quarantine Blues

All is quiet, my corner still safe. Ten more pounds, I’m beginning to chafe. I’ve chewed the couch and the lazy boy chair. I look like a hippy with all of this hair. Civilization does need to return. The dogs want me gone as my stomach swells and churns. A fresh box of ding dongs and twinkies galore. My britches don’t fit I can’t take much more. I never thought that I would see the day. A line outside Walmart, no freaking way. How long will this last, I don’t have a clue. I’m stuck indoors with the quarantine blues.