Self imposed quarentine,
like on the field without your team,
fifteen feet at least apart,
a built bonfire without a spark.

Sickness killing a small percent,
changing our lives without consent,
the end of the world as we know it,
as we're trapped at home and just sit.

Paper goods and food hoarded,
by everyone who could afford it,
education cancelled or forced online,
**** I need a glass of wine.

Whiskey probably would be better,
if your infected, wear a scarlet letter,
hope and pray for 14 days,
that once again you'll see sun rays.

I guess will see how life exists,
on the other side of this,
I feel assured it won't be the same,
I guess that's how you play this game