COVID19

COVID19 has burst on the scene

The only show playing on the television screen

She’s mean and she’s bad

Like a young girl searching for her dad

She is upset and she is mad

She’s traveling up and down the coast

Uncovered no winter coat, hurting those we love the most

Causing symptoms, fever, cough, and sore throat

She’s wreaking havoc on our hope

Stay at home order ain’t no joke

Got Weed, Oops I don’t smoke

Knocking our vision out of scope

Loosening the knots in our rope

She has no respect of persons, damn! she so assertive

The longer she travels the symptoms seem to worsen

Even got so call Christians cursing

She seems to think like a boss, killing at any cost

Our elderly lives are being loss

Tossed away, we are bowing our heads to pray

Dismayed don’t know what to say

Loss for words every day, can’t coin the right verbs to say

Upserbed, reverbed, need to be heard

Life has become a chore

The little things in life we value more

Simple things we’ve come to adore even more

Appreciating life like never before

Like taking trips to the grocery store

Shopping at the local mall, or on the court shooting basketballs

Gratitude says it all!

Lounging around the house has become our vacations

Waiting, hands on our hips trying to exercise patients

Devastation lurks around every corner

Our friends and family have become professional mourners

Too many calls to the Coroner please help bury this Corona Virus

Singing the words of Miley Cyrus

Wrecking ball, hurry before it mashes us all

Too many dead, shaking our heads

Dread fills our soul; tears constantly roll

The death toll continues to grow

Hope stalled, like a long distant call

We’ve been placed on hold

Normality has become the ultimate goal

The end nobody really knows

We all trust what we’ve been told

Story lines seem to implode

Explode, never been down this Old Town Road

Gotta stroll, not run, can’t kill this thing

Not even with a gun

Walking, that’s the best we can do

Flip flops can’t wear tennis shoes

Being smart gotta bust a move

Like Stella got get our groove back,

Like aliens, we must attack

Have to take it slow this ain’t no amazing race you know

Fo Sho, Huff puff better blow the man down

Boots and feet pressed to the ground

This girl, she sure gets around, somebody said, “She’s new to this town”, but

The cure will soon be found, so dust your shoulders get off the ground

COVID19, YOUR ASS BOUT TO GO DOWN!

Jacqueline Cary

Aka wisdom

04/10/20