Nervous was ol’ silly me As I headed out the door To play guitar and sing And do a little more.
This morning, Basura Cat woke up with the Rooster Saying, “Huzzah, it’s time for my booster!” It’s been 6 months since she got her 2nd shot She thinks that it has helped her quite a lot.
Other countries are literally dying to get vaccinated, while here in the states we are bribing people to take it. It’s a telling time, we as a people ~ divided.
There are no rooms for her. The room she needs; the bed she needs is unavailable because they are filled with infected unvaccinated Covid-19 patients. Get vaccinated ~ wear a mask ~ wash your hands ~ 6 feet separation. Damn It!
The next day a text, Covid-19 in his chest I canceled all of my students, thinking it best Thinking of anyone who had come into my space Thankfully, outdoors, I wear a mask on my face.
I was lulled into a false sense of security.
I try not to watch too much of what’s happening with the Insurrection investigation. I try not to read too much about the increasing COVID numbers I try not to listen too much about the wildfires destroying the west I try not to think too much about the Olympics.
“Ah Ha!” cried the King Of COVID-19, “we have finally made it around the world! People are scared and buying toilet paper, what fools!”
There was a time when you could smoke on a plane Puff in a restaurant to get out of the rain But science reared its noble head And said, second hand smoke increased the dead. So special places were set aside For smokers to run, inhale and hide Judged by…
Everyday I get to make a choice, On which side that I will raise my voice. To judge those with whom I disagree, Or pass them by in compliancy. The guns, the violence it rains it pours, Everyday, seems it’s a little bit more. Just when I think there is…