there is no friendly gesture
is no feeling that you exist
a small piece of plastic
tells you you're infected
and the friends you thought
you had are fleeing
the bad news is that you
have the rona
the good news is that
you feel fine
"bring out your dead!"
i say, as i range walk
out the door
past the other teachers
is this what we're afraid of?
you know, there's far worse out
in the world, because
everybody's ass is up for grabs
as the great thinker of the ages
has said
was it Epicures or Staff Sergeant Barnett?
either way, they were wise to the ways
of this spinning rock
full of clowns
i feel fine
even though i just found out
that my health insurance
is a street rip
after I cough up, pun intended
over ten percent of my salary
they might pick up
some of the tab
maybe
These fucking humps in
this world are more deadly
than pneumonia
I keep my distance
from all the good
in my life to
keep them working
to keep them safe
to become a more
convenient version
of the disposable man
I feel fine.
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