I'm a silently panicked individual,
on the outside I'm calmer than
the ocean on a windless tide.
But underneath I'm like a riptide of
I wonder different scenarios.
when will I,
why the hell are they
not 6 feet away.
In my view, a cotton cloth isn't going
to stop anything, if a **** can get through,
boxers, and Demin trousers.
How's a thin cloth going to stop it,
P.s the rest of your face neck
hair is open for business.
Its absorbed, every breath, touch
cough, that travels much, much
further than you think.
With your vinyl gloves that spread more
than you realise..
But what ever makes
you comfortable.. that's ok!!!
But don't touch anything
I want to pick up with your filthy hands.
Id rather trust unwashed digits to those
blue, white, finger puppets of falsehood.
I read the news, so many who help us,
those in need thank goodness I'm
not one, not yet..
But they help the poorly,
I hate that word
of family unable morn you,
to smile and wish you good journey.
You, we, them just die without a smile.
a We Love You.
No they just gasp looking for comfort,
but all they see is others gasping for
just another day...