Ageusia USA

This post Covid, emotionless place

A slave to 

This hybrid home, slash, occupational space

Recklessness Replaced with this smooth soulless State

This new, blue, baby proofed world, sanitized

Weed Losing its luster when it became legalized

Lacking appetite, Internet, Netflix, TV, senselessly satisfied

Although we ARE full of this listlessness, I Miss my youthful wistfulness

I have missed my sharp corners, sharing germs and rough edges

Open mouth kisses, uncertain terms and random sex now turned to texts

Nervous nurses losing patients and purpose

Filling cursive PTSD prescriptions and hearses

You can’t comprehend how much caring a curse is

Pretentious corporate depression awareness

Sans solutions, just sloppy attempts to suppress the madness

Moody reviews, customer rudeness and just plain sadness

Toilet tissue supply and workforce shortages

Reality hits, record retail profits, is that really what this plague is

Covid cooked the books, all that matters is the bottom line of the pages

All you do is bitch and bicker

While the rich get rich and the sick get sicker

All the while, the line drawn between us gets thicker and thicker 

While the wealthy get off better,

We, the walking dead just get deader