The President’s pushing snake oil
He’s got the cure for what ails us
(I wonder if the first dose will be free)
He preaches social distancing
From center stage of a crowded podium
Where he tries to place blame
Light a fire under his hateful base
Where he questions the needs of his countrymen
As they do their best to keep breathing
And wonder if this agoraphobia
Will only be a temporary condition.
As my hair grows long
And my insulin supply dwindles
And my house grows smaller
And I question where my children and lover
Have been
And who may have breathed on them
And what they may have touched
When they’re not with me
Paranoia is my constant companion.
Tonight, I played Easter Bunny:
Filled two giant baskets to overflowing
With chocolate and jellybeans and pastel plastic eggs,
Then hid them
To be hunted tomorrow.
At least
Easter morning
Will be normal.
by Julie Blue 