Shopper
I like my room, complete with all my tech;
I leave the house only to take a little trek.
My role in the family is basically errand guy
I’m the designated shopper, ready on stand-by.
Ramen is easy, there’s plenty of food, and Mom leaves PBJs.
Reading, gaming, and on-line classes make up these quarantine days.
Comfort, safety, privacy, and food
Would normally suffice for an ordinary dude.
They stay in, and I go out.
Communication is text, call or shout.
Things are worse, so I wear a mask,
Because I’m the guy with the shopping task.
There is a huge downside, are you not surprised?
Worst thing is, my Dad is immunocompromised.
I can’t hug him, because I must stay away!
COVID-19 is my enemy, I say.
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