Stuck in lockdown, mind in meltdown
Skype calls, night falls, boxers, dressing gown
No more social, that’s the height of it
Warned off sparking a Marlboro light and it
Makes me cranky, my barnet’s manky,
Bearded, trapped like some cornered Banksy
Feeling jaded, overrated
The taste of freedom anticipated
Coronavirus, will our bosses fire us?
Daytime T.V., Miley Cyrus
Careless sneeze in the queue at Co-op
Kid on skateboard pulls tricks, show off
One in, one out, bread aisle dances
Low on booze, I’ll take my chances
Death toll rises, economic crisis
No more chat ‘bout Brexit, ISIS
Beers are cooling, done home schooling
Won’t be long now, who you fooling?
Food addiction, become quite devout
I’m getting fat, I need to get out!
By Mark Hanna