I wear the same clothes day after day
My life’s like a blues riff from Purple Haze
Wondering if we’ll escape this ugly mess
I found a four-pack of Guinness in Tesco Express
Get up at midday and go to bed at midnight
Emerge blinking I give neighbours a fearful fright
When I come out on Thursday I look a right mess
To bang my saucepans for the brave NHS
The News is a source of concern and grief
Over 30,000 deaths is beyond belief
Boris tells jokes as the herd is thinned
The economy ring-fenced and neatly trimmed
It’s nightmare on Penn Street every night
I peek through my shutters at the cold daylight
The foxes have been at the bins again
As nature reclaims what we took away
Mask and gloves are new fashion necessities
On my lonely park walk, a snap for posterity
Crows mass on branches and stare like they’ll eat ya
As I wonder if I’ll survive the deadly corona.
Tim Walker 