I need a new label for this post such as What a Load of Shite.
Instead of being driven furiously with much gonging,
our trams are quietly drifting along,
with the rare passenger silhouette visible,
with our trams having all the time in the world,
with little motor traffic and barely anyone on board.
Blasts of car horns against offending motorists are now rare,
just a gentle toot to alert the phone addicted to move on from a green light.
Walking, walking, walking. There is no end to it from dawn to dusk and later. Two hours of exercise out in public per day is allowed.
From young to the old, walk they do, trudging the same streets and parks with great boredom.
Unmasked huffers run past the walkers, as they jog and run, inhale our polluted air and then exhale a vast quantity of saliva droplets.
They never smile or see people with their eyes. How is such exercise really good for you?
You look exhausted and unfriendly.
The walkers, the runners and the cyclists expended such energy,
that could have powered many computers to solve our disease.
Two little pricks is all it takes,
to make you pretty well almost safe.
Yes, we can't associate, but don't be a tosser,
believe in the almost world wide scientific opinion.
You and I will be in a better place if you take the pricks.
Do you want me to die?
I don't want you to die.