Lock all doors, to the mind,
surrender to the norm,
that’s our life, designed; so blind,
where courtesy is torn,
all fall down, whilst reading feed,
to stay online, below,
thus, there are; no friends indeed,
I spit on your nod hello!
Social distancing’s not new,
we’ve always, been on guard,
as eye to eye, the glare says shoo!
Consideration’s charred,
no warmth, is pop culture,
let all money go,
to make hero into vulture,
I spit on your nod hello!
Curb a simple handshake,
to touch you; is unclean,
trendy allergies do quake,
scripting shallow scene,
which cancels invitation,
for humanity to grow,
hence, celebrate cessation,
I spit on your nod hello!