Quarantine Quazy

I staged a race Came in number one Cuz I was the only One to run I have never made a mistake. Except for that one time When I thought I had made a mistake But I was mistaken. Is it the virus Or is it the flu I’m trapped in the house Making horrible noises And I’m told by the “experts” Those are my choices I’m wearing gloves, mittens and masks Which makes every chore so much more of a task So far I’m succeeding with a spray and a spritz Just hope I don’t wind up with a case of the s**ts I’ve taped alcohol swabs To the tips of my fingers So that after texting Nothing else lingers And just when I thought I could bear no more Some nutcase just painted A big C on my door John G. Lawless ©5/17/2022