Pressed for time
after taking some shut eye
that would rival Rip Van Winkle
I self plagiarize a poem of mine
written back when yours truly
a foolish young guy.
Written/updated since last yesteryear
during global coronavirus pandemic
unlike any other metonym,
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus pandemic
air supply difficult to spare
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace
frankly against scalpers, marauders,
and fraudsters steeling
themselves to profiteer
a mountebank's favorite pseudo holiday.
Pandemic straps tightly
plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty six
neigh, no time for sergeants nor horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools cavort being gay
(think Homo sapiens –
in terms of being happy
no sexual interpretation meant)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam into child's play
and grow up as hoodlums
donning clown trappings
taking over Quai D'orsay
(a street along the Seine river in Paris
that serves as the site
of the French Ministry
of Foreign Affairs)
doling out just desserts
pineapple upside down,
she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering Captain Kangaroo
courting King Crimson,
plus good n plenti proud primates
each dancing and quivering
like a captive dang gulling dan - sing quail.
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Author:
poet2rhyme4tommorrow (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2026 13:54
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
The lengths that people will go to out of fear. Gullible people are sheep following any that lead. Believe all that they hear. So sad
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