Let’s write a relaxation poem.
Poetry Pandemic
I remember what it was like
before all this started—
I’d have dinner then decide
if I wanted to write or not.
And if I wasn’t feeling inspired,
I’d just read or play some game
or maybe even watch television
to numb the spiral thoughts.
But this month, I feel locked
in my apartment— forced apart
from my friends and muses,
required to write every night.
And only when this pandemic passes
on Friday will I truly relax.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
We can only hope… Nicely done.
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I’m afraid these last four poems are all going to be about how exhausted I am.
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Clever boy! I see what you did there
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I didn’t do nothing. You can’t prove anything.
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