Aunty Corona (Anti-Corona?)
There she is
What a selfish bitch
Lurcking in the streets
Where her infectious venom
Spreding like wildfires
Lucking me up at home,
Isolated but never desolate
Disconnected from society
but ever bounded to my inner self
Cause finally I can meditate,
And introspect,
And retrospect,
And retrograde
from all customary cravings and trades
But for how long?
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