The Covid Blues

The Covid Blues My gas tank’s four quarters above empty My shoes, they show no wear I think at least four inches Have been added to my hair I cannot say I hunger I am full on rice and beans I eat them almost nightly No longer fitting in my jeans I spend hours on the interweb The toilet paper supply is low What I find to buy and place in my cart Goes missing as to checkout I go I didn’t start my garden My paint’s still in the tubes I haven’t got the virus Still I have the Covid Blues