Waking up at 1,
It’s another day in quarantine.
None of my work is done,
And I feel like an old rusty machine.
Should I eat brunch or lunch?
Screw it, why not both?
I’m going off a hunch,
But I think this day will be full of self-loathe.
Oh boy, time for my Zoom call.
I can’t wait to “participate.”
I guess, once again, I’ll be AWOL,
Trying to fix me up a plate.
Now that that’s done, should I shower?
Or would that be a waste of time?
Hold on, how’d that decision take me a half-hour?
Eh, at least I’ll be able to get rid of all this grime.
Now that the shower’s done,
It’s time for meal three.
I think I’ll warm up a red bean bun,
And maybe down a cup of black tea.
“With all this energy, I shall start my work!”
Or so I say with confidence.
But once again, I shirk.
I left Berkeley, and with it, my competence.
In the blink of an eye, hours have gone by.
I finished three episodes of “Tiger King.”
My actions, I cannot justify.
I’ve been lying down for so long, I just pulled my hamstring.
It’s been a long while since I’ve eaten.
I walk 20 steps down to the fridge.
This quarantine sadness has got me beaten,
But it can be fixed by fish from the farm of Pepperidge.
Oh man, it’s been a real long day.
I did make it out OK, though.
Wait, today was really Friday?
Well, I guess it’s the same thing tomorrow.
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