The days seem to scatter
in your refracted gaze
I always seem to shatter
and find myself ablaze
but all seems too tired to taunt
everlasting swill, I'm ill and gaunt
nothing I speak but of your praise
I reach for your ending
I bend for your beach
but never seen your shore
tides turned, I've learned
we are
nevermore

A rotten man makes fertile soil
his borne sons will surely toil
a rotting city makes ill the air
and poisons men found living there
a rotten country divides your head
split apart, now you are dead
rotten fruit still plants seeds
you've sown your own
make just your deeds
for all this rot and peat decay
makes sweet the heat, on judgement day

Contagion condition like it were tradition
Thus it was said, and so it were written
The dress code was formal
To dance the new normal
Keep a mask in the glovebox
Keep askin' love faux
Implore a two meter distance
No change we
Ignore the meter's insistance
Rearrange me
We sanitize our surfaces
Resurface to sanity
City slickers, one punch
Clean up the vanity
City sick, bad lunch
Team up; Insanity