Supermarkets seem to get
stranger and stranger
The moment you walk in
You are aware of the danger
Met by an ocean of eyes,
Many brimmed by tight perms
You feel a tangible fear
of those tiny little germs.
A cruel and silent killer,
could be stalking in these aisles
Nervous movements abound
In a sea of masked smiles.
All that you can think of -
is how soon you want to leave
A person isn't masked
And you cannot quite believe
The stupidity of shunning that
Which keeps us all from harm
People look round to see,
eyes go wide with alarm.
And then you feel so guilty
In case the person is exempt
By the end of this shop
You feel utterly spent.
Supermarket shopping isn't
What it was before
And I cannot help but wonder
What our future has in store.
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