We are on the edge of madness
Waiting for that push
That will consumed us
Into darkness
Nothing works
The internet does not work
The machinery does not work
Cell phones do not work
The people do not work
Business are closed down
Schools are closed down
The airport is closed down
The bus terminal is closed down
Everything is closed down
Roped off into a sanatorium hospital
We all wear masks
And plastic gloves
And stay 6 feet away from each other
They call it social distancing
Don’t touch me mother fucker!
We are isolated from each other
Like a corpse in a morgue
We carry disinfected spray
And hand sanitizer
And remain sterile
Like a man who cannot get it up
Circumcised to the point of retention
Ejaculation empty
No one wants to talk to anyone
No more shaking hands
No more touching
No more human contact
No more kissing
No more hugs
Events are a thing of the past
No more ball games
No more restaurants
No more vacations
No more weddings
No more travel
No more concerts
No more going to the movies
No more wakes
Just funerals that say
We will meet you at the 6 foot hole
In the ground
And keep your distance
Don’t touch anyone
No more church gatherings
No more parties
Or celebrations
No more New Year’s Eve bashes
No more laughter
No more anything!
Just tears of sorrow
And frustration
And anxiety
We are all trapped in our house
Like zoo animals
Going stir crazy
Confined to a couple of rooms
Filled with angst and fear
There will be an influx
Of guns and violence
Like never seen before
There will be suicides
And people hanging themselves
From there chandelier
People will take the law into their own hands
The next step is marshal law
With the military roaming the streets
With machine guns
And flood lights and sirens
All through the day and night
Giving warnings on a loud speaker
And placing signs on your house
Do not enter
Do not leave by order of the military
And if you go outside you may be shot
On site
There will be districts in colors
Of red blue and black
Stating the epidemic’s condition
There will be no peace
And testing 24 hours a day
There will be fights
And robberies
Murder in the streets
Total chaos and confusion
Family’s against each other
Friends against each other
Like animals in a cage
People are out of a job
Out of money
Out of their mind
And desperate
No one can pay their mortgage
No one can pay their rent
Or electric bills
Or gas bills
Or credit card bills
It is the matter of self-survival
At any and all costs
Are freedom is gone
Are independence is gone
We are an experiment gone wrong
Everything is incorrect
And erroneous
Gone haywire
Its bad news 24 hours a day
Everyday
Do not turn on the television
I can’t take this fucking shit anymore!
Supplies are limited
You cannot get water
Or toilet paper
To wipe your ass
The world
As we once knew it is over
A new set of rules and regulations
Now apply
And if you do not abide
Your fellow man will kill you
Stomp you out
Like a bug
Without a single thought
And so I say
Welcome to the new world
Of madness
Covid 19..
Ken Riccio original poems ©
