Easter, 2020 — Jimmy

Ah, what a world is it out there,
Buncha streets with no peeps.
Where is everyone?
Are they outdone?
By a mythical “loved” one?
No...
Just No.
Why? What’s going on?
What are we walking on?
What does the world run on?
Gasoline, polythene, silver screens?
...
Why is everything unforeseen?
Why are markets not routine?
Of all places, you would see
A fierce roller coaster on a computer screen?
Nah mate, I’m listening to you.
I am here to help the troubled you.
Are you worried about the sun glistering?
Or the truth finally relistening?
...
Don’t you worry,
I have a plan
I am no enlisted man,
Yet
I bet...
I bet it is just some cold sweats.
...
Here, take my corvette,
Loaded with cassettes
Take this big drift net,
Armed with this rosette
Drive into the sunset
Escape this world, beset
I will call you on this handset
Telling you the newest datasets.
Through the ARPANET.
Once you establish a secure foothold
Watch the diseased planet unfold
This is no common cold
The corona is uncontrolled
The curve increases sevenfold
This is no common marigold
It will have the ultimate freehold…
But one day, it will burnout
The viruses will clock out
We will get slight fallout
We will all run out
and workout.
No more takeout.
It’s time to logout
Of that 24/7 online hideout
‘n print out some flyers for the neighbourhood cookout
We will
Turn on the afterburn
Watch for that upturn
Portfolios will get exponential returns.
As we adjourn
At that grand joint-return.
Enjoying the pay as you earn
Filled with unconcern.
As I press carriage return,
I finally ran out of words of concern.
Stay safe everyone.