Virus Poetry vol. 1: It Could Be Here
by Ocean-Storm_Bayberry-Moon
This parking lot is usually a mess
Now it's empty from me to the sunset
Think about my family, hold my breath
Wash my hands, play chicken with death
Quarantined, watching Community
A whole decade flashing in front of me
"Somebody said - Be what you'll be"
We could be folding socks for eternity
Uncertain times, inverted, serpentine
Crowds on the beach form in perfect lines
I know they like a good time - My Oh My
But could ya please stay the fuck inside
We get half a tantrum, half a choice
Refresh my account looking for an invoice
Laid on my couch, anchored to your voice
Saving throw vs. my life being destroyed