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
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.
Will be normal.