Ballad of a Pandemic

I got a fake tin hat and a pin on my chest I got a disinfected scarf on my neck There’s a lot on our plate and I don’t mean food There’s a lot of bad things that could really hurt you I’m scared I’m afraid of dying as much as the next guy I want you to be fine more than I can describe Sit tight on your couch like a soldier in a dressing gown Wear plastic gloves and please don’t come around I’m scared And help your neighbour Even if they’re not nice Help your neighbour Even if they’re hostile When it couldn’t get worse it does just that Death is exponential but this life is flat And I’m borderline too mushy about this But if you’re not kind now then your eulogy will stink --- Ballad of a Pandemic - Matt Maltese