I am desperately trying to uplift your spirit dear reader
But somehow the ducks want out
Dear autocorrect I cannot recall any ducks of my acquaintance
But fucks. Fucks I know a many!
I am desperately trying to share love
But the form love takes right now is anger
Now, wait a moment.
You might say.
How can anger be a form of love?
Because beyond the superficial crap
The depths of the being
Can do better
Love thy neighbor and all that
Anyway, where was I
Desperately trying to cheer you up
Maybe this should just be an autocorrect poem
With German as second language
On my keyboard
This could get wild!
Wo waren wir?
Verzweifelter Versuch euch aufzumuntern
Honestly this lockdown thing
is doing a number on the mountain climbing, iron stemming, mountain biking, kayaking self.
Where do people put all their energy?
Even my punch bag is out of commission with all the rain, garden is a mudbath.
So now that I brought you all back down to reality
The worst is yet to come!
Bear with me
In the meantime
What’s your new lockdown skill?
Marathon blanket hugging?
Knowing by heart the intros of at least 20 TV shows?
Making eating lunch last a whole hour?
Braiding hair or beards?
Show me pictures!
Finding out just how long toenails grow in ten months?
Don’t show me pictures!
What are you proud of?
42 days without spilling coffee over my work!
Dropping toast and it didn’t land on the buttered side!
Got rid of half of my lockdown stone (definitely not a muscle gain…).
Sending you all a big hug
This too shall pass