Miasmic Pentameter
(A Pandemic Poem)
Grocery store especially grim today
Toilet paper gone, no flour
People are baking and shitting
Like no other time in history
A crabby ass lady hums a dark psalm
Scouring soup label like scripture
Finding no quick redemption
She settles for low sodium
Sunday, April 05, 2020
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