Back Off

I make my way through the crowd

Trying to maintain that six feet of distance

Turning my face away

From the inconsiderate unmasked ones

Who believe in their own invincibility

And care not one iota if I am invincible, too

Why are signs posted on the door

When the majority choose to ignore

The rules of the grocery store?

I wheel my cart to the checkout line

And carefully place my feet on the sign

That reminds me to keep my distance

While the jerk behind me gets

Right

Up

Close

I’m crowded

It’s so hard not to punch people...