Psychosis of Corona
Are there any lengths to which man will not go
When threatened with some foreign disease?
Politicians tell us what they think we should know
Of microbes borne by nits and fleas
While, on stage, the famous gentlemen of Verona
Have fallen silent before the Psychosis of Corona
And who dare drink that famous homophonic beer
Once the pride of the coke-sniffing classes?
Which, in trendy bars, after work, brought cheer
Now waiters are staring through empty glasses
And the gregarious banker becomes a loner
As, even he, submits to the Psychosis of Corona
When, after the pub, before commuter train
Stragglers did once wend their way to the station
In icy blast or tempestuous rain
They used to stop for roadside restauration
Allegiance to the take-away, the hand-held Doner
Now abandoned through the Psychosis of Corona
The stockpiling of food now so commonplace
The search for supplies – such a difficult task
The friendly queue has fallen from grace
Forgotten polite questions we used to ask
No random thoughts from a rabid Remoaner
Just a rotten result of the Psychosis of Corona
When, off from work, on some windswept shore
With economy still in a state of shock
Amidst the underemployed who needed more
Who now are condemned to watching the clock
Fear not, please salute that embattled beachcomber
Refuse to submit to the Psychosis of Corona
So, when someone offers an outstretched hand
Whether washed in tune to our national song
Or an anthem played by military band
Don’t merely consider your own health too long
Or reject the gesture of the member’s owner
Let’s turn away from the Psychosis of Corona