Virus

I was so deeply pleased to pause this life
I think I jinxed the world and caused this strife
Yes, I longed so long for fewer nouns
I longed so well, the world shut down

And now the kettle is calling the pot black
I call you virus but you don't call me back
So I just keep listening to my own voice
In the echo chamber of my choice

Touché, I say, and mazeltov
To the kind of ride you can't get off
Can't, that is, until you must
You win, I give in
In less I trust

And now the kettle is calling the pot black
Yes, I call you virus but you don't call me back
So, I just keep listening to my own voice
In the echo chamber of my choice

I was so deeply pleased to pause this life