Please buy some new pants.
Grow your beard back right away.
Try to look house broke.
Pandemic Haiku Postlude
We’ve been locked up together since the tenth of March, 2020.
That’s the day I got my fade tightened.
A couple days after my wife kept her usual every-four-weeks beauty parlor appointment.
We are in the seventh month of the pandemic.
I look like George Carlin in his hippy period and she got some curlers in the mail.
These are our golden years.
Whether we ever get to see anybody else ever again or not.
Look good, feel good.
Love the one you’re with.