Snitch

I live amid a lockdown glitch,
I’m watching every curtain twitch;
I feel the neighbors spying.
I’m working out who’s friend or foe,
I would break out, but should I go?
What law am I defying?

I want to shop, I want to jog,
I want to barbecue a hog;
I’m lonely and I’m pining.
I want to dance, play music loud
with more than three, but three’s a crowd,
and neighbours might start whining.

So here I sit just sipping tea
(the pot’s for two, there’s only me)…
Is that my neighbor coughing?
My ears prick up, I hear a sneeze,
I’ve goosey flesh, my senses freeze –
they’ll put me in my coffin!

I lift the blind and what I find
has gone and blown all peace of mind;
I’m sure they’ve not been tested!
They’re laughing in a packed backyard;
thank goodness I have been on guard –
I’ll get those jerks arrested!

Susan Jarvis Bryant


If you have any thoughts on this poem, Susan Jarvis Bryant  would be pleased to hear them.