right through and over walls.

There is no way that it can be detected.

It smears its sickly path

down former hallowed halls.

And no one’s found a way to be protected.

So, now that it’s been loosed,

you might as well read Proust.

You’re going to be inside for quite some time.

Just think of isolation as much needed vacation.

Stay in. Relax. Not working’s not a crime.

When groceries get low, into the world you’ll go,

with mask and cap and goggles all in place.

Don’t worry ’bout the look; what takes you off the hook

is no one else can even see your face.

And stay away from news. You’ll only blow a fuse.

Catch up on all that music that you missed.

Pick up that old guitar. There’s many chords to barre.

Appropriately, you could learn the blues.

Then, when the world renews, put on your dancing shoes.

But know the world will never be the same.

Just give it all you’ve got. Go on and take a shot.

Surrender now would surely be a shame.