Coyote Poem by anais vionet

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.