House Arrest

It’s like we’ve been incarcerated

Locked up in our homes

Freedom’s just so antiquated

Police have turned to drones

To keep us all in lockdown baby

Under house arrest

My whole career reduced to sitting

In my pants and vest

Alcohol and biscuit intake

Ramped up to the max

Diet, not the virus now

Will stop me in my tracks

The boredom’s coursing through my mind

To this I can attest

There’s no way out of lockdown baby

Under house arrest

By Mark Hanna

#lockdownlife #rhyme


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