While Quarantined
To the tune of Janis Ian’s “At Seventeen”
While Quarantined
I learned the truth while quarantined
That boredom soon becomes routine
And days drag on relentlessly
Awash in uniformity
Tuesday Thursday Sunday Friday
Makes no difference to anybody
3pm 4am noon and night
All blend together, no end in sight
Small pleasures we once took for granted
Now seem magical and enchanted
What was routine and even boring
Would be so welcomed and alluring
I’ll burn my sweatpants after this
And only wear things that I can zip
I’ll get a haircut straight away
And away from home I will stay
I’ll belly up to my favorite bar
And drink a glass of Pinot Noir
I'll talk to people I have missed
About our shared experience
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