The phone-in on my radio this morning
Leaves me feeling nothing but cold
Angry
Frustrated, and
Certain that this country will get hit by
Another bout of virus-related deaths
As
Idiots call in speaking of their need
To visit internet cafes
And tennis courts because, they claim,
‘I know i’m addicted.’

When hundreds, sometimes 1000s,
Die
Every single day, are people so
Deluded by their own self-importance
To think, or probably
Not,
That their life can go on as normal
Just because of some
Stupid
Idiotic
Need to be seen, to carry on just
Being british
(soon to be defined in any good
Dictionary as someone thick-
Skinned, thick of mind, and certain
Of their own deluded superiority
Before they died out during an
Early twenty-first-century world
Pandemic)

Remembering to always just
Keep calm and carry on
Living whilst clapping the
Key workers every Thursday
Night and disregarding the
Advice to stay home
Save lives and help the wonderful
NHS.