Nine years ago, a group of Civic-Minded Extra-Terrestrials warned me of the upcoming Pandemic.
Since that time, I have prepared for the inevitable.
Knowing that the Virus would drive some folks to Madness-
like my Neighbor Woman who crossed that precipice and began barking like a dog
or something more akin to a jackal-
I began the endeavor of CREATING MY BOMB SHELTER, for quarantine.
Every night under the cover of darkness,
WITH MY TRUSTY SPOON,
I dug the Earth, ONE SMALL LUMP at a time.
My safe haven sits in a field belonging to my Land Lady,
without her consent or knowledge.
Imagine the Joy I received during a peculiar witching hour,
when I discovered a large coal vein adjacent to my new home!
Now with a power source discovered, in addition to
the Walnuts that I have Literally Squirreled Away for Nearly a Decade,
YOU CAN REST ASSURED, FRIENDS,
I AM SAFE.
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