This beer here is cruel

The oven is on full,

The chips are overcooked,

The lights are…

There.

I see waifs and strays took in off the streets.

Why?

A virus - the likes no one has ever seen.

The blue blood seeps it's weakened life out of 

this vein of strife.

I remind myself…

The world is still there...

Somewhere.

Is this the start of a nanny internation,

Or is this the start of real degradation.

Our prime minister, health secretary & chief medical advisor all have it.

This holds the name of beer.

But, we have no reason to cheer…

Yet.

Yet, I stress. 

I am stressed, yes.

I don't know what to do.

We don't know what to do.

Thank you,

- Nick