Lock-down's the best thing that
Ever happened to me.
No more mad commutes or
Pen-pushing, watching the clock
Among people I hate.
Out of the
Mindless hurly-burly with its
Endless fugues of anxiety I'm free
To take stock and
Think about my life
The humdrum marriage
A defunct love-life
Three ungrateful kids
The money I squandered
Ambitions that ran into the sand
Those noisy beggars next door with a new car
The lucrative career I never had
The girl I should have married
The sheer unfairness of the whole stinking charade...
I've been like this a couple of days and
By now I'm quite breathless with despair.
I've ordered an oximeter on-line but will it tell me what
I don't want to know?
What's that number we're supposed to ring?
I've got too much time on my hands
I must try to get a grip or
Lock-down will be the death of me