I'm not coming out
I'm ignoring the phone
In self-isolation
I'm here all alone.
I'm shutting the curtains
I'm locking the door
I'm reducing my world
To the living room floor.
I'll read all the books
I've been meaning to read
I've got music, a chair
And a half ounce of weed.
My loo-roll is stacked
Like the pyramids of Giza
I've got pasta and ice-cream
And chips in the freezer.
The virus is awful
But to tell you the truth
I'm always like this
I just like the excuse
Last edited by Mark McDonnell; 03-15-2020 at 01:02 PM.
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