Those Lonely Old Self-Quarantine Blues


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I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not so good for my liver

I went to the clinic concerned for my health,
Sneezed once and had the waiting room to myself.
The doctor said to self-quarantine and showed me the way,
I said no problem, I can do that for an hour, maybe a day.

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver.

He explained I was to do it for an entire fourteen days,
Stunned, I looked at him in a non-feverish daze.
That’s two weeks confined in a four and a half,
After one even Fawlty Towers won’t make me laugh.

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver

The doctor told me there’s a COVID19 pandemic,
Without a cure I said this whole thing is just academic.
First thing that comes to mind when I think of quarantine,
How did we survive COVIDs one through eighteen?

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver.

I used to cross the street if I saw someone I owed money;
Now I avoid folks just in case my nose is runny.
I fear we will all lose our developed social skills,
In an effort not to spread the dreaded COVID chills.

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver

I guess fourteen days isn’t all that trying,
Yet there’s something that needs clarifying.
When the time is up, we can’t go out unopposed.
Besides anywhere we’d want to go is closed.

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver.

Quarantine is easy, those who went to war did what they were asked,
Like my grandad in 1914 I now spend my days getting gassed.
Some elude boredom by engaging in acts of physical fitness,
I’d rather welcome a chance to talk with a Jehovah’s Witness.

I’ve got those lonely old self-quarantine blues.
I can’t remember when I last wore shoes.
I sure am glad the local dep will deliver,
But I’m pretty sure it’s not good for my liver.

I’ve been wielding mop, vacuum and even broom,
Soon my place will look like an operating room.
Never will I forget that self-quarantine has its own smell,
Maybe it will catch on, Eau de Purell.

© Deegan Stubbs 2020

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