Poem about a young professional in lockdown

Staring at the wall again instead of at my colleague’s face.

Why did Boris lock me down in this Godforsaken place?

The place I once found sanctuary, the place I thought was home

Is now a Fortress of Solitude, thank fuck for my phone.

Yeah, people call me Alice cos now I live down rabbit holes

Dug by YouTube’s greatest idiots #LifeGoals

I guess InstaTikTokSnapchatFacebookTwitter aren’t too bad

There’s the odd recipe to use and house inspo to be had

Like how to sanitise your phone without it getting wet

Actually that’s a good idea, I’m gonna stick that in this deck

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