4/1/20
Streaming subscriptions
R going up
Paper subscriptions
R going down
People r stuck
N their hometowns
While some wear a smile
Other’s wear a frown
Jobs r laying off
Sending people home
Being stuck n the house
They soon went to roam
The virus
Not fungus
Is still
Among us
It’s not
Going away
Tomorrow
Or the next day
Jobs will shut down
All over town
People will frown
Their smile upside down
We don’t know
What to do
Or what to
Say to U
Some will lose meds
(And that they dread)
Some will lose their mind
And it won’t b kind
When money runs out
People will shout
In this and only
I have no doubt
© From A Quarantined Poet’s
4/1/20
