Sitting with my friendly cuppa
Reflecting on the social mess
Cogitating hazy plans
Where everything is more or less
Trying hard to be convincing
Based on one thing or another
Where do’s and don’ts conflicting
Make every effort seem a bother
Who knows when it’s over
Subject to each caveat
Where you went and who you met
What you touched how near you sat
Those bossy boots who bragged aloud
That it was just a numbers game
One hundred thousand tests a day
Too insufficient to proclaim
Take a nation’s many millions
Testing day and night and then
At least two years without a hitch
Then test some millions more again
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