Will you kindly SHUT UP (COVID MEMORIES)
Living the COVID imprisoned life hardly pleasant
With too many thinking these bloody medicos turning statisticians are heaven sent
But incessant “public service messaging” is making one’s mind bent
Threatening if we do not obey we will all be deceased by Lent
This public service chattering verging on irrelevant and boring
Dear governments what advertising agency are you whoring?
“we are all in this together” the telescreen burbles
Patriotic mumbling
Get the Blue Angels flying overhead streaming the red, white and blue
Your creativity and compassion has long been dead
As you run the gruesome numbers
Causing lulling and the slumbers
Messages treating us like goat bleating fools
Better you lecture mules
With a stream of incessant rules
You think you are on the side of some sort of divine right
I am going to say FU and throw a big house party tonight
Not so sure if the next-door neighbours are COVID snitches
Causing the COVID police to come and cart me away
A big fine I’ll pay
And you cruel heartless number crunchers will smile at the yahoo you caught
Putting a terrifying upward movement on your graph
As me and the Proud Boys and the Freedom convoy truckers will laugh
Robert K. Stephen
