“Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity," wrote T.S. Eliot. To help make productive use of our self-isolation and social distancing, Lit Cleveland is offering free writing challenges each week via our newsletter. The following piece is a response to the "Write a Bestial Rant" prompt.
The Gifts of Insanity
by Bob Quail
I learned how to be Crazy when I was back in school
Gratitude—In these Insane times it is a great needed tool
We "Retired" the Alarm Clock weeks ago
We sleep in late—Hell there is no place to go
You see the "CoronaVirus" has made us all Hunker in
We are in confinement—thou we did not commit a crime or a sin
It is coming on to almost a Month now
We still have not argued—We just don't know how
Being stuck in our house really is damn hard
God Bless those weeds in our backyard
Those once cursed Devils give me something to do
OH!—Then there was watching the birds as they gracefully flew
Hooray—I get to wear my comfy Sweats all of the time
I have both night and day ones-My wife thinks this is a crime
While she changes into her daytime "P. J.s" at Noon
God-How I hope this imprisonment will end soon
We have plenty of food—so we are really OK
But Sadly, My favorite "Single Malt" has passed away
So during this Insanity there is only one thing we can do
PLEASE pray for me—and know that I am praying for you
