You all think you’re safe, ‘the R number’s down’,
Except I’m not finished, still fooling around,
You’re making me laugh with your masks and your gel,
With exciting, survival stories to tell,
You’ve been on the bus, on the tube, in the pub,
Smiling and happy, feeling so smug,
Life is so great when no sickness you get,
Truth is, you just have not met me yet.
94 in a hundred I’ve still yet to greet
Think about that as you walk down the street
You cannot see me, but I can see you
I’m your judge, your jury, executioner too.
You think you know me, I know that you don’t
You’ll take care forever, I know that you won’t
You’ll slip,
You’ll lapse
You’ll forget who I am,
I’ll be back in your lives,
Time to rewrite the plan?
Simon Egan 