Life Preserved in Word

We still need an education We don’t want distance controls No more living room for a classroom Covid, leave those kids alone Hey, Covid, leave our kids alone All in all, one more virus hits the wall All in all, it’s just another mark on the wall *Substitute lyrics for Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” © David Girard  18/04/20

crisp clean air pristine yet gallows lurk in the shadows as an enigma that eludes all five senses is in and of itself senseless so much so that you don’t know when you catch it although it really catches you it searches for more friends yet who can defend against senseless seduction? once caught the body is distressed and fraught   reduced to fight with compromised defences But the real crime is that it takes no time, at all to find many more oblivious victims as it circumnavigates friend request protocol to amass by far the most friends of all Red Alert, Red Alert. Your computer has a virus! Uninstall Facebook immediately! Remit: $50 to ass saver account# severe acute respiratory  syndrome  coronavirus2 Signed: 91-divoC © David Girard 07/04/20

Broken heroes littered and strewn inside the many tomes of history and etched in the cold headstones of eternity. How can heroes killing heroes emancipate humanity? Debasement and depravity feed the weight and the gravity of what they must do to make it home with one shoe or even worse is to bear the injury we can’t see - shell shocked into a full blown case of PTSD. Small in stature are our children – the unsung heroes Who see all people as pluses so there are no zeros and have yet to develop filters to conceal innocence and charm and aren’t disgusted by the hero with only one arm. They don’t know what PTSD is but they’re right on task to smile at that trembling person and ask what happened to you? Does it hurt? Is it okay for me to stay and play? The child psychologist’s gift is innocence and smiles to be repaid with the broken hero’s broken smile © David Girard 14/04/20

When abstract ideas arise experience says pen to paper right away but if perfection and pride decide they cerebrally percolate as I procrastinate until they are silently flushed down the drain of brains. © David Girard 02/04/20