During this so-called time of lock-down i’ve
Devised a cunning ploy to distance myself
From the maddening crowd of everyone else
Out there who stalk the streets of the soon to
Be dead. I ain’t washed or changed my clothes
For five long days now, slept in most of it
Too, and surely now with the added aid of
Using no deodorant for all that time too no one
Will want to come near me, not even a beggar
Asking me ‘spare some change?’