The Life of Quarantine

Looking through the window solo

Desktop launched

Flex your dreams

Not my corona

Grifters knew it then

Passed on the kits

Wants us sick, wants us dead

Not my corona

Wash your hands thorough

Soap in palm

Fingers laced

Not my corona

Rotate your rubbing

Rub up top

Rub up back, rinse it slow

Not my corona

Work it from the home

Phones ring up, colleagues first

Friends to fam

Not my corona

Hit the grocery store

She wakes up

Up and out

Not my corona

Six feet away

Meters too

Measured tape

Not my corona

Tap the card straight down

Apple Pay

Not contact, hold the cash

Not my corona

N-n-n-n-n-n-not my corona

Not my corona

Quarantine ‘til over

Not my corona