Chairs

We rise and shine at home each day,

If our employers didn't fire us

And toil for hours just feet away

To circumvent coronavirus

At first it seemed a jolly goof

Until familiarity spoilt it

Eat when hungry, when aloof

I have a comfortable toilet.

I didn't think, if truth be told

That isolation could deflate me.

But if the months, as is, unfold

The madness may be felt innately.

The one joy now might be running

Though weather makes this also fraught

And partners now the doctor's shunning

One more straw, and I'm distraught.

And so I check papers again

Gorilla glued to electronics

The only refuge for my brain

Considering my ergonomics.