All gone mad

All gone mad

There's no beans or bog roll, no pasta eggs or bread, no more than two of each, well at least that's what they said.

But some have their trolleys high, bog roll balanced to the sky, how much more do you need, is the question why.

Its because we're stupid, our minds are filled with fear, what happens if there's not enough, to wipe my butt hole clear

People stock pile everything, the Apocalypse is near, there's nothing left on any shelf except a Corona case of beer.

Prices rise as people needs, show a chance for greed, corner shops robbing the old, in their time of need.

Sanitizer goes sky high, a premium has gone on gloves, people desperate to save themselves to protect the ones they love.

People crossing paths at a distance, two meters is the rule , no shaking hands or hugging, a nod is very cool.

You can see your family, through a pane of glass, babies miss their nanny's, when will the Virus pass.

Jobs gone, schools are closed, parents left to teach, but still there are idiots laying on the beach.

So try to stop going mad, just do the things you should, dont do crazy shopping, stay home and just be good

Ron Summers.