I’m laid back relaxing, attacking only drums that’s smacking,
Passing the time that’s lapsing surpassing the tracks subtracting,
Levels of cash that was stacking while I was interacting,
With the public extracting extroverted actions acting,
Like I cared in the least watching ’em gorge on their feasts,
Eating conceit while they stuffed their fat faces with meat,
Pasta and drinks all the while their waistlines will increase,
Feeding the beast when it’s completed I gather receipts!
But now I’m just sitting spitting to syncopated rhythm,
Wishing for the prison of work release but it’s forbidden!
Existence consisting of written words and dodging symptoms,
Submitting to filling these pages to slow the transmission,
Of a disease that’s killing everybody with ease,
Somebody sneeze we retreat till they find a vaccine!
I’m quarantined trying to make a routine to succeed,
Death by degrees is achieved by those who never proceed!
By: Christopher Louis Reid