I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.
Now I live in repeated patterns,
I'm a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.
Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I'm more prepared than a marine,
I'll be out the door like a cartoon coyote,
the second I'm shot with vaccine.
The vaccine seems not far away, yet Covid-19 might remain a menace, as it knows how to regroup and remould. It may be a cat and mouse game between the dreaded disease and the scientists and researchers, for at least some time more.
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