NaPM, April 10, 2020

[busker]

I prepared to seat myself on a park bench
under the noonday sun -
but something inside me cried, 'clench
your gluteus maximus, run!'

For the bench had been sat upon,
spat upon, scat upon
previously -
by coronavirus carrying zombies and their dogs,
during a breather between jogs,
and I'd rather sit on a Fermi pile,
roll for a mile, call my kids Kyle,
than sit on that envirated log.

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Place Holder

As duke observed, very clever!