CovidConfusion

COVID-19 has metastazized as such a widespread pain in the brain . . . I strung out this poem about the infamous pandemic.

If you prefer to hear the words, listen to it at this online address, which is my safe website:

http://www.micahrowland.com/carey/COvid ConfusioCantioAudio.mp3

If your preference is texted poetry. . . well, here it blows:

COVID conveys

Confusion, by intrusion,

Contending against our

Contemporary illusions. This damned

Corona thing prevents people from

Congregating, cuz social distancing

Cockamamie

Constricts us with

Collaborating in

Convoluted ways. So we let ourselves

Commiserate over the loss of

Conventional

Conversation. But hey!

Coincidentally, we can

Conclude:

Connecting online

Can take the place of the old face-to-face

Conversing we used to do before this

Cockamamie commotion

Came along, to

Collide with our former

Conductions of

Community-oriented

Cooperation. But this

Collapse of our real

Convening capabilities

Compels us to somehow find new solutions to old

Conundrums. I know this seems a little

Convoluted, but maybe we

Could please try a little harder to

Coordinate our

Collective tactics for the

Continuation of life under these

Conflummucks! these

Constrictive

Conditions. But hey we’ll just have to find some

Confidence in our public health officials who may

Concoct some strategy and

Come up with solutions, hopefully better than

Chloroquine, cuz too much of this

Cockamamie

Cwuarantine

Confinement gets them

Contrarian

Confederates all

Coiled up like

Cobras with a

Conniption fit. They’re

Contending, like:

Could we please get this

Cockamamie Covid Contusion

Concluded?! They’re like the

Ckid in the

Car-seat who

Cried out about

COVID Conclusion:

Are we there yet?

but hey I say

Nolo Contendera with

CDC’s strategy of

COvid agendera. Just please

Conclude it. You

Copy that? If not,

Elude it!