Pandemic Pandemonium Poem

 

Pandemic’s same old, new dawn; bad news stories playback
Trump’s truculence and treason; he bleats / Tweets his attack
I can’t resist online retorts; the tooth-for-tooth type payback.

“That bastard burned down our homeland!”, I shout and cry
In fetal ball I next curl up; bawl my eyeballs bloodshot / dry
By dusk, eyes bleary / head weary; dreamland’s worth a try.

Can I dream up exit plan, to someday soon, flee the coop?
Safely free all huddled masses, from our damned time-loop?
Or, awaken again, right back at my poem’s Line-One stoop?

 

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!