Wiped Out

 

There are no wipes

to sanitize,

for us to wash

and wipe our hands

 

But empty shelves

are our surprise,

supply couldn't keep up

with demand

 

A single wipe's

now quite a prize,

so scarce are they

throughout the land

 

We bear the blame

we must surmise,

united but un-wiped

we stand.

 

 

◄ Salt Of The Earth

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Kevin T.S. Tan

Fri 3rd Jul 2020 23:57

this is the reason I joined WOL. to share feelings and emotions during the pandemic. you can feel the tension when walking through the cities. Everything is so... abnormal.

thanks for the poem

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Paul Sayer

Fri 3rd Jul 2020 15:04

Our Labs were always squeaky clean

But It made me nip up more than once.


Masks, gloves, visors, gowns, one's own air supply...

Still, some poor sods managed to die.

Once you step outside that vacuum where no living soul can breath
you're not squeaky clean any more. Such safety will sometimes deceive.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 3rd Jul 2020 14:14

I have to ask - just what is clean...
And to what level do you mean?
Hence this impertinent polemical.
Connected with concerns about things chemical ! :😯

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Paul Sayer

Fri 3rd Jul 2020 13:17

No witty quip again today
this is dia. d.

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