Sitting all alone during these strange and sickly times
Thought we could use a healthy injection of rhymes
26 seasons of Star Trek, 9th time through Splinter Cell
With no people, what should be Heaven seems like Hell
Restaurants closed, no sports, house arrest such a bore
Had to break curfew and sneak out to the herb store
Then hoarded up all the whiskey and stout I could find
At least 2 months relief from a sober state of mind
Turned on some ambient tunes, laid back, closed my eyes
Query: How will the world face its upcoming demise?
Mad Max, Brave New World, or zombie-like plagues
Terminator robots, cats with 2 heads and 8 legs
Mega-City isolation cubes, where none exit nor enter
Mandatory implants at your local “Health Centre”
Nanobots in your bloodstream, chemtrails overhead
Economic collapse, enjoy some water with lead
Aliens, comet crashes, nuked bodies with scabs
No bread or circuses; manufactured humans from labs
Remember to always stay a social 6 ft apart
Safely out-of-range of another’s breath or fart
Well… sorry doomsayers, it’s much worse than that
We’ll soon be back to commuting and worrying about fat
Back to the same old debt, taxes, and morning dump
Back to 4 more years of hearing “Anything but Trump”
Back to that wild roller coaster we call life
Back to good old-fashioned nonsensical strife
Yet Fred Neit was right when he said we get tougher
As we make mistakes, rise to the challenge, or suffer
A shortage of ass-wipe proves we’re prone to all 3
Emerging that much stronger once past insanity
Plus, we have the best medicine: Friends & Good Cheer
(with optional doses of chicken, bubbles, and beer)
Baseball will be back, as will concerts and bars
We’ll win this, just like we won Ice Age and SARS
So off with the hazmat suit and into pyjamas
Don’t let under-stimulation drive you bananas
Are you still able to walk, see, and scream?
If so, be grateful, keep swimming upstream
With that in mind, I declare you must stay alive
You are hereby summoned to Game Night on April 25