In search of distractions from fractured reactions to viral infections conflicting us all The beast on my shoulder gets meaner, gets colder gets thinking of things that could do with a fall Collapsing contentment and rising resentment As vicious suspicions maliciously twist And virally spiral compiling with ire all the lists of the villains who wouldn’t be missed. It’s easy, a breeze, to believe this disease is a key to relieve us of troublesome foes Let karma disarm those who lead us to harm in whatever the form that enrages you most But I can’t let it happen, can’t fall for that pattern and so I shall seek a superior spell A quick incantation from nation to nation – I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well. Though losing my patience in self-isolation my station is not to condemn or to curse We’re scared, unprepared, we’re deserving of care We are all of us human – no better, no worse It’s easy to send all my prayers to my friends to extend my concern to my own personnel but when all’s said and done we are all of us one and I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well. The bog-rolling, bankrolling blinkered baboons who believe that their need is more urgent than yours The greedy, the needy, the selfish, the seedy who’d climb over corpses to capture the cures To wish them destruction, distress or dysfunction’s to sanction the strife that’ll send us to hell There’s only one thought that can stifle the rot – I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well. The braggard, the swaggard, the ****-stirring blackguard who puffs and parades and proclaims it a hoax However prophetic, profound and poetic the justice would be if you choked on your jokes You’re only mistaken, a place often taken by me and by you and by everyone else You may be a fool, may be callous and cruel But I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well. The fashion for passion has stirred us to action Habitual friction, regrettable, crass I know that I need just a moment to breathe my rage can engage when the danger is passed From Daisy to Doris, from Donald to Boris we’re part of a chorus for good or for ill We loathe and we love and we hug and we shove And I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.