Modern-Day Florence

News broke out of a new type of killer,

one you wouldn’t typically see in a thriller.

The public, profoundly in panic,

suspected something satanic.

And as those at risk were isolated,

the rest of the world idly waited.

Quarantined were kings, queens and court clowns,

condemned were all those closest to the crown.

So, five young friends set off on a journey so long,

equipped with only drinks, toilet paper and a bong.

Two dudes, two gals and a non-binary person

fled before the situation decided to worsen.

Their destination was small house they rented,

from which their bank accounts were dented.

Like true representatives of their generation,

they quit their jobs for complete isolation.

And time passes quickly when you are on your phone.

Too bad they didn’t think to bring a drone.

They spend their next two lonesome weeks

posting stories and stuffing their cheeks.

And unlike long-forgotten times,

nobody told stories of lust and crimes.

Because no one wants to tell a hundred tales,

when they are upset over broken nails.