Sick of pretending
this is some temporary
inconvenience
and that we'll actually some
day
have toilet paper again.
No one will say when. No one
can say when
hugging will be safe again,
or kissing or shaking hands
without some documentary
proof,
we don't have this or that or
some other
microbes or enzymes or...what
the hell,
germs, about our
person.
And we know they're
everywhere,
like Chicken Man
they're everywhere they're
everywhere,
some good, some bad, how in
hell
can we ever be sure, can we
ever
feel safe again? Ever?
Well, then again, we really
never have
been safe, have we?
It's just that we didn't have
to
be reminded of it
EVERY GODDAM DAY
AND NIGHT!!
Sorry.
But when will it end?
Rhetorical question, of
course,
yet a necessary one
at least for me
to keep my illusion of sanity
somewhat intact, without which
I WOULD SHOUT LIKE THIS
AT EVERYTHING, ABOUT
EVERY GODDAM THING,
I JUST WANNA KNOW
WHEN WILL THIS FUCKING SHIT
END???
meow
SHUDDUP!!!
m.d.
paust
That is how I feel sometimes too, Matt. I do try to remind myself that in ways this is no different, that the end can come anytime for anyone. I have always been a worrier in that area. Now it feels more real.
ReplyDeleteIsn't there a movie, Reality Bites, Tracy? Or is my imagination going south on me, too? The youngsters seem to think this is either funny or a damned nuisance, or both. And it is, for them. I'm trying to keep the pilot light of humor burning for us seniors, too. It's getting harder and harder.
DeleteHaving Lows and Not-as-Lows too, Mathew.
ReplyDeleteWe'll get thru it, my friend. Stealing from Faulkner's Nobel acceptance speech, we will not only endure, we will prevail. Best to you and yours!
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