I ain’t had a break in over a year,
no end in sight, no holiday near.
Home to work, work to home,
my world has shrunk to this tedious drone.
Quarantine eating has added the pounds,
clothes stretched tight across my rounds.
Sure a face mask means no makeup,
but glasses promise a surefire fog-up.
My ass is widening from too much sitting,
takeaway dinners causing too much…emitting.
Temper frayed, patience waning,
doing nothing more than constant complaining.
There’s no mistaking, this ain’t no ruse,
I’m languishing within the Covid blues.