Poetry
Thoughts: I can’t breathe
Mask: I’ve been bathed in breaths.
Some smell like old farts.
Thoughts: Enough, you are suffocating me!
Mask: I bet those smells are a helluva toll on your respiratory.
Thoughts: You have me looking like a robber.
Mask: You mean Covid? Ahhh don’t blame it on me.
Thoughts: How long is this going to last?
Mask: When I get fed up with hot-air explosions from the two butts of your nose
And the ever-changing kinds of smelly-breaths.
Thoughts: I appreciate you for your protection
Mask: I guess it’s all worth the beat-up I get
Kanye, You just made that mask Famous…not!
Every single one of you, loudmouths, made me famous!
