Sir...with the polished shoes and the Purell Sanitizer
Yes you Sir
It is you Sir who I need to talk to.
I agree with the seven o clock you know Sir
Because before we knew midnight drives and island bites
Only restless Paula could be found out at night.
So if the curfew would help even though it cant cure a few
I say keep it to protect us and control this Corona too.
Sir, it is you I'm talking to,
You with the fleet of cars,
the one one whose house is secured with burglar bars,
Whose help takes the long lines
and unfamiliar with the ghetto grape vines.
We don't mind the lock down you know Sir,
Because really what difference do we really incur?
But Sir, it stunned me to see how finally you see the elderly
Because for the first time Mrs. Nineveh didnt have to hurt her hip standing at the pharmacy
And Blacks didn't have to meet another Sunday hungry.
So yes Sir, I agree with the social distancing you know
Any way to stop that Covid 19's flow.
But you see, the six feet doesn't make a difference to we,
We who live in the boonies and the luhbushees of our communities.
"Normally"people subtlety shun we
And you Sir, even forget those like me.
But Sir,no worries, we pretend we don't see.
So you Sir, with the Gucci suits and with no idea of our roots,
We are happy that the kids get to go to school
But forgive us when we borrow from Courts tonight to make sure they have the necessary tools.
Sir with the polished boots and the Purell sanitizer,
The quarantine finally gave me the quality time with my wife
And for the first time in fifteen years I'm wondering what have I done with my life?
So now that I cannot walk out to the job or the bar to avoid the fight,
I have to self talk day and night to prevent me from blocking her eye sight.
So Sir, yes you Sir,
Hold on to your sanitizer, that's it, just right
Because it is winking at me and I may just take it out of your sight.