Is there anything else in the news?
I live in New York City
Like a worm in the Apple
Isolated, alone
Digging through my day
Each night darker than before
How about a war?
Countries aren’t getting along somewhere
Or a good old terrorist attack?
You can never find a mass murderer
When you need to distract
You can get a seat on the subway
Only there’s nowhere to go
Except the end of the line
So set them up, Joe
Only the bars are closed
Sitcom reruns
Books I’ve already read twice
Porn that no longer inspires me
Neighbors given up on nice
Passing strangers colder than ice
Outside the grocery store
It’s a Lewis Carrol story
Stand on the yellow line
Six feet from purgatory
The Red Queen beckons
We’re just pawns in the Pandemic
Hosts to the newest pathogen
Coughing, sweating, fretting
Starting not to breath
Good nurse, ventilator please
Bitch while you scrub
Your workless infected mitts
Death’s bony digits
Will collect all your chits
And no mask can hide you
Don Arrup
Satire1
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