I got the latest COVID shot.
I got the flu vaccine.
No lurking germs can threaten me.
I’m feeling tres serene!
I got the latest COVID shot.
I got the flu vaccine.
No lurking germs can threaten me.
I’m feeling tres serene!
Some say the sorry state we’re in
Is just Post-COVID madness.
—Some consumed by hate and rage.
—Some washed away with sadness.
Whate’er we’ve got,
I like it not.
I’m sick and tired of badness.
So, you and me,
let’s both agree,
and share a moment’s gladness.
Hooray for US!
A niece just got COVID.
She’s had all her shots.
She follows the guide-lines
for Dos and Do-Nots.
It carries a warning
for both Bold and Wary.
The Virus is with us.
The Virus is scary.
I’m vaxxed and I’m boosted.
My mask is in place.
My hand sanitizer is tucked
into place.
I still keep a distance
while waiting in line.
And some isolation is
suiting me fine.
I’m coping with COVID
as best as I can.
A lifetime with COVID
was NEVER my plan.
Now I’ve got the COVID booster.
Feeling frisky as a rooster!
This is COVID Number Five.
I think I’ll make it through alive.
1.06 Million Deaths
When it began, they didn’t know
the damage it would do.
They thought it might be likened
to the 1918 flu.
They didn’t know the awful cost…
as COVID took its toll.
They didn’t know the challenge
to the fragile human soul.
Long months have passed.
It waxed and waned.
The death toll keeps on rising.
COVID doesn’t go away –
resilient, and surprising.
So COVID lingers with us…
always waiting for its chance,
waiting, ready to include us
in its own macabre dance.
There are some who plead senility.
But, that’s not what is wrong with me.
I’m very happy to explain:
I’ve COVID Virus of the Brain.
The Emergency’s over
in Washington State.
Who’d a thunk at the start
we’d have such a long wait.
Who’d a thunk how our lives
would be altered and changed.
Who’d a thunk how our habits
would be re-arranged.
Who’d a thunk that a blessing
like safe vaccination
would tear us apart and
disrupt our great nation.
Who’d a thunk we’d be lonely…
missing family or friend.
Who’d a thunk of the sickness—
the lives at an end.
Who’d a thunk?
COVID keeps on killing.
A background noise. A hum.
Our mind no longer notes it.
The numbers make us numb.
I’m getting tired of COVID.
I don’t want to wear a mask.
I don’t want to take precautions.
It’s become an endless task.
I don’t want to hear more protests
‘bout “my freedom” and “my right”.
I just wish we’d work together
so there’d be an end in sight.