I have some great memories of sipping ice pops and playing “Sorry!” with my best friend on his back patio after a long summer day. (I believe it was licensed by Parker Brothers in the 1980’s, and not Hasbro.) Not once did anyone ever chime in and say “sorry” during gameplay. Because that would have been weird and stupid.
DC Comics.
1) Take the number of days you’ve quarantined.
2) Add the number of times you’ve washed your hands today.
3) Divide by Covid-19.
4) Multiply by the number of typos you found in Donald Trump’s last tweet.
5) Subtract by the number of times you tried to scratch your nose through your mask today, because you are an IMBECILE.
6) Multiply by Steely Dan’s “Hey 19.”
7) Add 1984.
8) How do I love thee? (Count the ways and then add them.)
9) Divide and conquer.
10) Goto Line 10.
11) Add a hominem.
12) Explain the steps you took, it in the voice of a muppet vampire who LOVES TO COUNT.
13) Integers. Or something.
14) Cube 2: Hypercube.
15) Subtract Matchbox 20.
16) Snap your fingers wearing the Infinity Gauntlet — so that it’s perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
17) Explain the math of this to Private Rieben. (Show your work.)
18) If your answer is all mixed up by 311, you’ve got to trust your instinct and let go of regret. (You’ve got to bet on yourself now, Star. ‘Cause that’s your best bet. WATCH ME NOW.)
“His Career.” Soviet Union.
Poland.
I’m honored today to see my poem “Not of Byzantium” published by The Piker Press!
Thanks, as always, to Editor Sand Pilarski for accepting my work!
“Not of Byzantium,” by Eric Robert Nolan
DC Comics.
You wake up with a terrible cough, a fever, and severe body aches. Immediately, you run to the doctor, unfortunately you’re diagnosed with coronavirus. For the last two weeks, you’ve been unaware that you were infected. For the last two weeks, you’ve “followed the rules”🤔, got together with some close friends for pizza, had a few people over, even visited some parks and beaches. You figured, “I don’t feel sick”, “I’m safe!”, “I wash my hands all the time” and “I can’t stop living my life!”
You spend a few days home on the couch sick, feeling pretty crappy but then you’re well again because you’re young, healthy and strong!
But, your friend caught it from you and she visited her 82-year-old grandfather, who uses oxygen tanks daily to help him breath because he has COPD and heart failure. Now, he’s dead!
Your co-worker, who has asthma, caught it too, during your little pizza get together. Now, he’s in the ICU.
The cashier at the restaurant where you picked up the pizza, carried the infection home on his clothes to his wife, who has MS, which makes her immuno-suppressed. She’s not as lucky as you, so she’s admitted to the hospital because she’s having trouble breathing.
#SocialDistancing = It’s not about you!
#ThisIsSerious Please Please Stop!!!!We love our Family and Friends but We must recognize this is REAL!!!!✔✔✔💯💯💯💯💯💯
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North Vietnam, Poland.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 