no worries…

no worries

there’ll be lots of room
small bodies don’t take much space
nor do their headstones
so exercise your freedom
no vaccine for you just deaths

 

 

euthanasia…

euthanasia

once
a beloved family member
charged with nurturing
and
sharing life’s wealth
and tho
it was given
there would be
no
massive lifespan
this
sad reality
has been forced
by
the reoccurring
drain
of
resources
so it is
that
earth
has decided
to
put humans down
to
relieve
the pain
and
suffering
of
the world

 

 

quarantine…


i suppose

out

of

a level

of

self pity

i called

aunt bea

to

see

how she was doing

without

visiting

her friends

and

to

lightheartedly

complain

about

my imposed celibacy

aunt bea

gave a giggle

and said

well

a number

of

my old friends

have

a hard time

getting around

these days

so

visits

were

infrequent

before the pandemic

and

as for your

celibacy

you’ll find

there comes

a point

in

aging

when

passionate romance

becomes

a mere memory

poll tax…

the grand old party
has found the perfect poll tax
covid-19 threat
if folks can’t mail in their vote
party wins when rights denied

 

not that i’m complaining…

now lord
i don’t want you
to take this
the wrong way
but
as they say
this growing old
ain’t
all it’s
cracked up to be
you see
here i am
with the woman
of
my dreams
and
hours upon hours
to be
with her
thanks to covid-19
but
there
appears to be
some
fine print
constraints
that
you
placed in
the
longevity contract
that
has made me
seriously
regret
those early years
of
abstinence

 

identity theft…

let’s not count the dead
we should read each name aloud
honoring souls lost
rather than some statistic
to be filed and forgotten