Quaint solitude interrupted by a swarm of pesky flies
Unabomber in their tendencies, or I their landing strip
As Jack rings his bell again this episode, his peppy Irish voice
Raving, “DING, DING, DING, QUARANTINE CLUB,” bringing smiles
A vengeance for flies abandons work, a swatter is sought
“Now you disappear,” said once two had been squashed
Therapeutic is such savagery, circling head up, where will they stop?
Irony, home is safe, but not when you live with a cop
Nor an admin of school, yes, they are back on site
Exactly how is this safe, when the exposed come back?
Caught under a smack, another fly drops, another takes its place
Laughter comes, Jacks high five became deaths sound effect
Unending is this fly game, new alluring smells have dropped
Blind and left to rot, welcome to this year’s quarantine club