my knuckles are sore
from obsessive compulsive cleaning
scrubbing off the germs
of anxiety
of mass hype
and conspiracy theories
that no soap or water
will protect against –
even bleach doesn’t singe
the bacteria left behind
being told to stay home
is fine when you’ve been locked
inside the confines of your mind
for the longest of time
we welcome you
to your own personal hell, sanity
the ones who claim they’re great
now struggling the struggles
we’ve fought for lifetimes
now, us, the perceived weak ones
are the strongest
prepared for the psychological pandemic
where four walls close in
capturing thoughts
and rumination
snapping the synapses
of confinement’s condemnation
and thus, the realisation
that all this sensationalisation
is really about theories
spunking across your screens
after overindulging in too much
arm chair expert masturbation
next time you find yourself
falling prey to the fluids
others jerk off into their screens
ask them to use a tissue
to catch their panic spreading
and stop that being our biggest issue
turn off your news slut tv’s,
feed your brain
in other ways
never mind what Doris next door says
tap into the wise mind within
this is not the apocalypse coming
it’s not godly or devilish
it’s the work of human hands
and human carelessness
the free will
of nations
and an over saturation
of fools
suffering entitlement
and greed
it’s a lesson we must all hear
and heed
it’s no longer a must
it’s now an absolute need…