12+1 Pandemic Pieces
been a long nine months
been a long nine months,
hasn’t it, my friends?
a roller coaster ride, with
hairpin turns and bends
high and hopeful one day,
gutter-bound, the next,
gasping in bewilderment,
virus-whipped, perplexed
I jotted down my first
pandemic-fueled rhymes
in the early days of March
to mark those hazy times
‘wash your hands for
twenty seconds,
resist if hand
dryer beckons
lest you disperse
harmful virus
to an unsus-
pecting iris’
these verses grew into
The Coronavirus Song —
and the inspiration oozed
like vapors from a bong
then came the song parodies,
man, they’re such a blast!
hotbeds for ideas sprung
from our collective past
I even snuck a bit of
prose into the mix,
and tried my best to
steer clear of politics
forgive me if I view the “now”
through a bittersweet lens,
but don’t get me wrong, y’all
I’ll be happy when it ends …
