Hot Liquids Burn Like Fire - In the Days of the Quarantine

In the days of the quarantine
I hoarded all the food I could
While they starved in my neighborhood
Look at my pantry
It's really quite obscene
In the days of the quarantine

In the days of the quarantine
I thought I saw my self clearer
But hot water fogged the mirror
The hot water was on
To keep my hands clean
In the days of the quarantine

I organized my shelves
Got some writing done
I grew a mustache
And painted my nails
Jumping jack, jumping jack, jumping jack, jumping jack
I found a missing sock
I watched the news and
Stopped watching the news
I learned about mollusks
And listened to the rain
I made a quiche Lorraine, another quiche Lorraine
I made a quiche Florentine
In the days of the quarantine

In the days of the quarantine
Bonded bourbon on my lips
Sweatpants on my hips
I felt at home
Like a pimple on a teen
In the days of the quarantine

Written by:
Elliott Marx

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