Pandemic King

Look to the sky.
It still spreads blue.
Look to the moon.
It shines on you.
Look to the east, then turn toward the west.
Cirlce around,
and cross your chest.
Stand on your left foot,
then on your right.
Hide your face; it's day,
now hide your face its night.
Wash your hands and sing a song,
make sure it's not too short or long.
Touch your fork but not your face,
and don't touch me, for goodness sakes.
Cough in your elbow, but not in the store.
Blow your nose then run out the door.
Eye your neighbor with judgement and fear.
Bash all millenials and hide through the year.

But wait, what is happening that all is awry.
A virus is loose, and the news says to cry.
A virus is loose, and small businessmen sigh.
A virus is loose, and the King says we'll die.
But don't ask me questions,
I know not to speak.
This virus is novel.
It makes the world weak.
The king says we're winning,
and that's all that matters,
so jump up and down
as the world falls in tatters,
and stop living life
or you might loose your breath
and stop living life,
to keep you from death.

Linda Oliverio, Sharing things I've been thinking