April 6, 2020 in the USA

One flounders on a day like this,
A dreary one in which an epidemic
Rages. “Stay inside,” we're told.
That's easy. There's no place to go.
The bars and restaurants are closed,
The malls, the gyms, the theaters.
No one will visit. No one will
Admit you if you visit them.
As always, all the TV does is bore.
It's mental Novocaine, the valiant
Cops, the phony laughter or
The grim, repeated news. The
Lists of dead and those infected
Grows, we're told by furrowed brows.
A sorry buffoon brings his circus
Act to all each afternoon. He brags.
He lies. He threatens, as he
Demonstrates he has no clue
Regarding what is killing us
Or what we ought to do. I
See no point in watching him.
The day's already plenty dreary.
How can I stop floundering?
Perhaps I'll take a nap.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-06 at 19:09

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