All this “I am a rock I am an island” solipsistic claptrap exposed cos we need Joan and John at the supermarket and the folks at A&E and the techies streaming lifelines while we figure how to be
Now, behind our keyboards we might not be warriors, but worriers who realise how close we are to crashing
and yeah, some **** cash in but let’s not forget so when the panic lifts we figure novel penance and say our goodbyes
So hugs are currently virtual, but our care for once is real
Maybe that’s the virus deal
Maybe we’re done with u ok ***? so when we re-emerge we can see clearly **** sapiens are one species and switch on to each other, sisters and brothers alike