The Fool on Main St

The Fool on Main St is a  song I wrote in Early 2020
It could be considered controversial and will only
appear here if I feel I've caught the Virus.

The Daily Diet

The Daily Diet Is a poem I wrote around April 10
2020 and is entered in a poetry contest and not here
until august 2020 or earlier if I fell I've contacted the Virus.

WorldUproar©2020TonyFallon0424

WorldUproar©2020TonyFallon0424.

The world is in an uproar
And day work has not resumed
Half the world now sits at home
Much food is being consumed

No one ever seems worried
About those providing food
If that network somehow fails
We really would be screwed

When this annoyance first hit
food was there in great supply
none can eat toilet paper
In the hot month of July

Some people like food frozen
While some others like it canned
Fresh supplies could soon dwindle
Because of such high demand

We must depend on truckers'
Taking fresh food to the mart
Or could one day live to see
Farmers on the horse and cart

All that anybody needs
Be they poor or millionaire
Is a warm place to live in
With fresh food and clothes to wear

We can all gain prominence 
With a big show of our wealth
But there is one guarantee
Money cannot buy good health.

TheCairoConnection©TonyFallon0422.

TheCairoConnection©TonyFallon0422.

There's hardly any traffic on the old twenty three route
Daddy's at home every day he does not have to commute
So many young school age children are here in great supply
So many are out there playing you'd think it was July

But it is just past mid April and outside there is snow
And the boiler in the basement is burning up my dough
It not real good weather it is exceedingly cold
The children will have some stories to tell when they are old

We are not citified it is not hard to find ranchers
It is great apple country with so many new planters
Many greens for our Cairo tables here will be growing 
And early in the morning you will hear roosters crowing

With many less cars on the street the clean air will increase
If you don't wear a mask all days you'll hear from the police
You must often wash your hands and cover them with plastic
Many who do not agree can be very sarcastic

At the local market you can shop in one direction
And there's no bounty of products in many a section
While politicians just think of the coming election
the old and the poor are dying from this strange infection

StuckInside©2020TonyFallon0416

StuckInside©2020TonyFallon0416

I try to get up early in the morning but I can't
I'm afraid on the TV I will hear some mindless rant
Telling me the New York City's nightly tabulation
With no sign of this virus stopping its wild mutation
I walk around the morning hours without my shirt or pants
When the phone rings I am petrified almost in a trance
Restricted to my apartment I am so frustrated
I never once thought that my life would be so dictated

Weeks ago I had great spirit and a good attitude
Now I don't want to go outside I'm in a sadder mood
On Patrick’s Day the tricolor nowhere was displayed
(And for seven weeks no football or hurling games were played)*
(And for seven weeks not even spring training games were played)**
I'm held inside my home I am totally restricted
this could go on for months without me being afflicted
we are told to stay inside and I sure am obeying
Every waking hour of the day I find myself praying

I have cans of chicken soup in every closet drawer
Every time I go to the store I'm tempted to buy more
I am afraid some stranger might come too close to my face
and pass on to me the scourge that's thinning the human race
My two hands are cleaner now than they've ever been before
But I can't hug any girls which I certainly deplore
There is no confession in church to unburden our souls
By next week we may have to carry our own six foot poles

*Ireland
**America

HopeNow©2020TonyFallon0418

HopeNow©2020TonyFallon0418

I often traveled to New York City for the parade
But I wouldn't dream of going there now I am too afraid
With masks on all their faces and plastic gloves on their hands
With practically nothing open it's hard to make plans
No factory to go to work in and no more workplace
And everyone must try to live in their own little space
If reality will reappear no one can forecast
There is nothing to cheer about on the daily newscast.
There is way too much finger pointing laying off the blame
It's already April yet not even one baseball game
Why New York is hit so hard is surely a mystery
The greatest epidemic in recorded history
We have so called specialists with all kinds of expertise

Still a little parasite has brought us all to our knees
yet the irony is we can not go to church to pray
it was to end in April now it could be late in May
When I'm looking out the window the sun outside still shines

And for the birds and the animals there are no confines 
Outside I still feel the sun's heat for the growing season
Hope springs eternal that we can beat back this demon
So maybe too this curve they talk about will soon flatten
And the old life we once knew will return to Manhattan

AboutAHug©2020TonyFallon0409

AboutAHug©2020TonyFallon0409

I wish I could give you a hug 
but we are not allowed so near
You would be content I'd be snug
This has to be the strangest year

The year of the Corona bug
It was supposed to be the rat
We do not have a curing drug
They say it crossed over from a bat

This old world now is full of fear
In science and medical combat
Trying to save our only sphere
While others glory in bombast

We don't know when it will disappear
Or if we can ever hug once more
Will this be the new world frontier?
Or will our lives reset and restore?

So we must do things we don't expect
Wearing masks is considered formal
Washing hands twenty times is correct
Oh how I wish this world was normal

TheCatholicPoem© 2020TonyFallon0406

TheCatholicPoem© 2020TonyFallon0406

We don't want you at our weekly Bingo or the spring dance
If you are single we advise against any new romance
We know your children were let out from the regular class
You should stay at home because we do not have any mass
There will be no confessions not even by the friars
We will get your sins forgiven regardless of what transpires
The bishop has just about sacked us and we have no union
And he won't let us give you the last of the blest communion
I don't know what is going to happen with an empty font
He won't let us bless water no matter how little you want
We're postponing Easter and doing away with Holy Week
And in July no one will be allowed on St Patrick's reek
There will be some disappointment for many a lad and lass
If we postpone or cancel this year's first communion class
Mass will still be said on TV but there's no passing the plate
And since there is no congregation there's no one to berate
But we'll accepts checks or money orders from our supporters
They can be mailed to the church or our own living quarters
Because there is no mass there will be no announced marriage bans
So to keep away from temptation you should not hold hands
We don't know about baptisms and less about conformations
And you will not be allowed inside to pray at the stations
We are as sad as you are but unless this virus subsides
This may be the first year there will be no June blushing brides

TheWorldOrder©2020TonyFallon0402.

TheWorldOrder©2020TonyFallon0402.

The world is turning upside down and getting graver fast
Every time you turn on the TV there is worse forecast
What ever you heard last week was just some fabrication
Almost every shop is closed except the petrol station
In Cork it’s two meters or be arrested by the guards
New York is not yet metric so it is only two yards
They are talking of issuing cops a measuring tape
So then if you are standing too close you can not escape
The recent ranting of some leaders does not inspire us
As they mumble and grumble about this deadly virus
As daily deaths rise the real numbers can't be hidden
And to criticize leadership almost is forbidden

We are told daily that our condition could get drastic
Yet they do not wear any masks or gloves that are plastic
For the intelligent to speak they must praise the leader
And repeat words printed for them on the handy reader
A look at people on TV tells you they are pampered
But to get a chicken cutlet poor people are hampered

The total climbs up daily we don't know when twill taper
Meanwhile in the A and P there is no toilet paper
For hands no plastic gloves or sanitizer to wash them
And of getting paper towels your chances are very slim
We are now isolated which is much like detention
It certainly is the only known kind of prevention

So nobody's recognized as they go about their task
Very few leave their house or car without wearing a mask

Now when people need them most we cannot give them a hug
that will continue until they invent a curing drug

Now when she deserves one most I cannot give Jane a hug

that will continue until they invent a curing drug