Paper Blues

I can't seem to find any TP
It's making the shoppers act creepy
I might as well live in a tipi
But still even there I'd need paper

So off to the Costco I must scoot
At six a.m. right on the snoot
I don't want to be forced to loot
Or stage an elaborate caper

If only my job worked with cloth
Because then I could justify sloth
I'd have fabric soft as a moth
If I were a tailor or draper

This absolute absence of tissue
Is getting to be quite an issue
Oh pandemic, I will not miss you.
Please vanish like yesterday's vapor!

Poem and image (c) 2020, Kevin Cheek


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