This is the legacy that lockdown has left
and we have been shot in the dark.

Not a wedding, Barmitzvah,
no bars that can fix ya
that after-work drink,

just think of it and who would have done it,
this web that we're in and the faceless have spun it.

I am hopeful that a throatful of Listerine
can wash out the taste of this bad dream.

can't even go fishin'