Restaurants, bars, closed
Shelves barren, hospitals full
Coughing everywhere
Restaurants, bars, closed
Shelves barren, hospitals full
Coughing everywhere
Coronavirus
Could define a year, even
A generation
Ugh,
Your face, your hair, your skin
Could use some work
A lot of work
I basically hate everything about you
Except that haircut
You needed that
And did you shave?
That’s looking sharp
And your face is looking so clean
What lotion do you use?
Slick back your hair, let’s see those eyes
Now that’s a look
Do a little pose
You’re going to drop them dead today
Finger guns
Ok, let’s roll out
You lookin’ fine.
You’ve been everywhere
All the places you wanted
But why aren’t you here?
A four letter word
For the water from the sky
I think it’s called Love
Stellar traveler,
Passing comet overhead,
Could I hitch a ride?
Dancing in my dream
Was a wild, wicked wombat
Did it mean something?
Grant me a wish, please
Oh, Drying Up Old Well, please
Bring rain, cease the fire
Fleeting idea
Intent to be remembered
Quickly forgotten
Speeding is a joy
A thousand miles every hour
Just as I sit here