The Covid-19 Blues
less than a buck in my bank account
not much food in the fridge
not many brains in the White House
the orange man, he don’t care a smidge
too many people still partying
too few people at home
too many rich men in Washington
passing too few bills in the dome
it’s time we looked out for each other
it’s time that we did for ourselves
it’s time that we stopped hoarding TP
and food from the grocery shelves
it’s time that we aid one another
do it the mutual way
keep going that way forever
on a move to a sunnier day
the thing that I’ve seen in this crisis
the thing that is giving me hope
is that all of our rules are just fictions
we don’t really need them to cope
we don’t have to keep paying landlords
we don’t have to scrape and to bow
we can come together as comrades
we can make a better world now
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Jason Crane
17 March 2020
Tucson, AZ
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