The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 23

DAY 23: Three-month Tsunami

warning alarm siren -- it's coming

really, I ain't lyin',

we can see it already hit other

places so we know, get away from
the coast, lock yourselves in

up on the fifth floor

Via delle Mura (Wall St.).

Will somebody, however, turn

that damned annoying wailing off, I get it,

I'm going deaf, three months from now

we could all be dead

however, I don't believe it

we didn't die before

and so we, we ignore that 

bunch of hypothetical nothing

go get some IPAs for poker

night, follow the brats in little

league, gotta go to church

then the mall, IHOP, 

two month, one month, one week --

shut up, we're good

we're Christian strong

we're white is might

arms in arms

let's go down to the beach

surf's up

Pebble Beach golf course

next to Waterworld.

Can't let the ice-cream cart guy

go broke, go for broke, however

nobody broke, everybody

watch the tide, go out

way out, how cool, take a selfie,
chase the foam --
Look, it's coming back,

should we run? -- nah, we're

good -- it's all good.

There's a big giant wave coming;

so what? we'll ride it out.