I sit at home
All bunker like
World turning in my mind
I peak outside
But dare I go
To see who else alive
Stay away, stay away, at least six feet or more
Don’t sneeze or cough, or spit or piss
You lousy dirty whores
Behind your masks
You’re all suspects
I only see your eyes
I interact just once a week
Then quickly sanitize
Not unlike old Howard Hughes
A recluse I have become
But I still trim my fingernails
I’m not a total bum
The world still turns
It’s nothing new
In nature’s constant game
But for my short life
I hate to say
It will never be the same
Waipahu Bob 