Ho, ho, ho

Pandemics aren’t funny.
Sure, people still chuckle.
There are jokes.
Some are almost good.

But the news novacaines my brain.
I am desperate to let go some glorious, gawdawful guffaw
that for one niggling nanosecond negates the numbness.

Yes, those folks really did
say that all the people dying were
sick and old (or from Pittsburgh and Philly).

I heard them and wanted to recite the be-attitudes.
But it’s ridiculous for atheists to
quote the Bible.
And I don’t think these ghouls give a flying fig what Jesus would do
no matter what they tell the pastor on Sunday morning.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
He wasn’t sure,
but at this point in quarantine, he’d do anything to avoid another Zoom call.

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