Virus

i was so deeply pleased to pause this life

i think i jinxed the world and caused this strife

yes, i longed so long for fewer nouns

i longed so well, the world shut down

 

and now the kettle is calling the pot black

i call you virus but you don’t call me back

so i just keep listening to my own voice

in the echo chamber of my choice

 

touché, i say, and mazeltov

to the kind of ride you can’t get off

can’t, that is, until you must

you win, i give in

in less i trust

 

and now the kettle is calling the pot black

yes, i call you virus but you don’t call me back

so, i just keep listening to my own voice

in the echo chamber of my choice

 

i was so deeply pleased to pause this life