Quarantine


In total quiet, I’m camper bound,
a little scared and tightly wound.
In a fixed cycle, my routing goes round,
looking straight ahead, feet on the ground.

Up at dawn, my breakfast eatin’,
in the sun, my fort is heatin’.
I grab my book and getsta seatin’,
I'm glad my homeworks long been beaten’.

When suns straight up, I boil my water,
these ramen noodles don't get no hotter.
The flys are howlin ‘oh, we got her!’,
but I swat away, my momma's daughter.

With boredom, my brain begins to rot,
I'd be happy with a spoon and pot.
Its summer time, I crave water and yacht,
minutes tick by but there's still a lot.

The other kids talk, but it's still quiet,
I wanted a book weeks ago, why didnt I buy it?
If this is what adulthood’s like, I wanna riot!
but, I pull up my bootstrap and tie it.

I miss family bonding, so sentimental,
crazy and loud but caring and gentle.
I'd sell my spare time, stamp it with rental,
mommas afraid I might go mental.

Dinner time has come and go,
I'm glad momma still cooks for me though.
I feel lost in an ocean, to startled to row,
Quarantine has been my foe.

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