The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 44

DAY 44: Supplies -- I have my meds

peanut butter and coffee

I have a moment of weakness

to curl up like my cat on the

floor, but I don't

I have consternation and

condemnation for the inept

and malicious ones making

decisions on my life -- like in

war, they say, when they

point -- you live, you go. The

inept and malicious command

but never lead, they force 
the enemies and coerce

their (cult) followers to get their
way or pout and whine -- I am

sick of the scams as much as

the virus -- you lie, someone

dies -- wanna buy a mask?

no, I have peanut butter

and coffee, I am uncomfortable

but not going outside, I am not

going out, even if my governor

says I can, even if a doctor

says I can, even if everyone

else does, I'll let them taste

the stew -- and wait to see

who keels over, I have

enough survival instinct to

last longer than my neighbor

who just must absolutely go golfing again
or get that Sunday waffle breakfast

-- his drug, his supply,

his gran finale.