The suburb life has me talking this way
In fits and in bursts, a rainbow array
Until I find an alternate speak
I ask if you can please bear with me
I met a Sir in my cull du sac, grey
A man in a dark and stringy toupee
Concern I felt as he spoke to himself
And the echo still sits on my book shelf
The brew is new, I will chew!
Petri dishes... more than a few!
Let my strong voice ravage through
The mask I wear to protect you
See my power over this
I’ll put my tears in this fist!
I curse the devil, you know
A mage I am, in mourning
I followed that man as he walked in his home
I asked for his name to put in a poem
He said his name is merely a disease
And there’s not yet a working vaccine
Stomp stomp I’m here I’ve arrived!
Here to save all of mankind!
From this piece of RNA
Plus keep other strings at bay
With Angel tits, feet and lips
The skillset on my CV
Microscopes and power bars
And all of my great technique
Covid 19 has me up in arms too
The quarantining and seeing too few
To curse the devil is brave as can be
But to dismember an angel scares me
I followed that man as he walked on out
This time dressed just like a true scout
In scrubs a sheild and everything else
Needed to fight a war on bad health
To work day and night the biggest fight
I have schizophrenia, so I am right
Wow! Hurray, without sarcasm I knelt
Thank you sir for the work you do, heartfelt