Sitting on the couch with my E.S.A.
Waiting for this plague to go away.
There’s not much else to do today
But pass the time with my E.S.A.
Sometimes I get to feeling low
Not knowing where this all may go.
One thing for sure I always know
Life is good with my Piccolo.
When I feel the need to vent
About our rotten president,
Who angers me until I’m spent,
My E.S.A. keeps me content.
Day blends into endless day,
Nowhere to go, no place to play.
As my last nerve begins to fray,
I’m learning how to sit and stay.
Who would guess that one so wee
Could help preserve my sanity?
Although our future’s hard to see,
I have Piccolo, and he has me.
Submitted by Sue Owens Wright, Sacramento County – Sacramento.