I’m quarantined
Time passes slow
And I’m running
Out of dough
How far does a dollar go?
What the future holds
I don’t know?
Life’s become a real **** show

I’m quarantined
Can’t leave my house
I’m keeping company
With a mouse
I’m about to get
Myself ******
If God willing
I can stay housed

Thousands share
My sentiment
I can’t pay my
Monthly rent
And my landlord
Seems hell-bent
In kicking me out
He’s that intent

I don’t bother
Getting dressed
Speaking truthfully
I’m too depressed
And I don’t have
A job no less
But that you might
Well have guessed

Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.