The sentence was death by boredom. The virus spread the earth.
Madness rained down upon them.
Like some monsters giving birth.
They handed out free money. The kind that makes you soft.
And nearly jumped out their skin. When someone smiled and coughed.
Then Dylan put out an album. With a song called Murder Most Foul.
That sounds as disgusted as I feel. Like the purging of a bowel.
I’ve learned to take the blessings, take them as they come.
He is at another level, a bit too much for some.