Will You Be My Quarantine

What’s all this Nonsense Inch tapes out Everyone measuring distance They call it ‘Social distancing’ Never heard Of any such thing After all Man is gregarious He, she and us Add to it That one more bit About ‘Self isolation’ Living all alone Not a soul around, Absolutely none But wait This we’ve Already been practising Bringing into our lives The much required zing Some dark, dingy place Lying curled Avoiding the world Dodging prying eyes Inventing all those lies Two middle aged love birds Coochie-cooing Doing just our sort of thing Our love Since turning on Its ignition Has always been On the run Yes, I’ve tested positive For CUPID-20 Me, supposedly vulnerable Though, not exactly 60 Now you’ll say I’ve to stay away Ok, take it easy Just chill mate I’m ready to co-operate But with a condition The world I’ll shun But lock me up With her Let my Valentine Be my quarantine.