Going about in powder-blue paper masks. Most hide behind themselves, eyes bugging out expressionless.
Prepare to watch the ball drop – buying brewskies, the revelers mask-kiss as it rings in. Others will fill I.C.U.s?
Shuffling down the aisles to grocery store music, interrupted by a friendly voice reminding us that we're in this together.
No, we're not because several are bare-faced down the pet food lane. Eyes dart suspiciously,
guiltily as if a crime is being perpetrated. Happy new year? An invisible killer stalks the land.
Stupid people cannot be cured of what they are. There's talk of international intrigue and saber-rattles.
Assured that the jab is the solution, yet feeling like our lives have been boosted.
Unsure of what or who to believe.
