Living in a time of plague,
phrases come easy,
but my descriptions are vague
phrases come easy,
but my descriptions are vague
(I look like a hag,
and the skies are hazy).
Before the onset of the plague,
and the skies are hazy).
Before the onset of the plague,
summer was big
and the living was breezy,
but my preferences were vague,
and the living was breezy,
but my preferences were vague,
and I waved no flag
but a pink hanky.
And now, living in a time of plague,
but a pink hanky.
And now, living in a time of plague,
my prospects are vague,
YET I’m on the make—
with this ring I wed thee.
YET I’m on the make—
with this ring I wed thee.
Going out for walks every day
on my sandaled feet—
something to do in a time of plague.
on my sandaled feet—
something to do in a time of plague.
And I post on my blog
and a few people see it.
My pretensions are vague,
trying to give and not take—and a few people see it.
My pretensions are vague,
not taking’s not friendly,
but understandable in a time of plague
when our entire future is vague.
