Coronavirus Soup for the Soul

Pillows of clouds Crash to the ground in symbols of crowds What can be found Gold in the river our collection drowned Who holds the town Enter saloon drink till the well is found Quench my thirst We ain’t never been given what we're worth So let’s go hurt Another target another mark to merk Let’s go work Another dam and floods we skirt Looking up but all I see is dirt New dress shoes and my nicest shirt Found myself underneath their girth Followed their words with nothing worth Hold on tight This just might last more than the night Sleep in fright Open eyes to the darkened skies Saw ourselves Grabbed everything that wouldn’t melt Hold your felts The cold has begun to meld With our hearts True intentions hit like a dart Missing parts Push in line at the mart No Covid when I motion that we are sick The road is over the coast sits on a lift Licked the toad just to boast meaning and missed The point that we grip and the message just drips Onto our food and we eat what we shit Talk out our ass and then kiss on the lips Spread the disease that is how we exist So update your status and check off your list Hold on tight, this just might last more than the night Sleep in the fright, open eyes to the darkened skies