In times of crisis, some people turn to alcohol, some knitting, some break into tears. I’ve even heard of some whack-a-doodles finding comfort in poetry. I’ve tried all the others without success, so today I tried my hand at poetry. I think it went well.


We must love one another,
Only love will set us free.
Free, like that is fucking a thing anymore.
Love this, from my house jail, fucking Free.

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When I listen to the doctors, I feel their pain and fear
I know they were respected once, their voices calm and clear.
Now we see them talking circles. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Listen to the science now, Trump says in his latest tweet.


Lift my broom to sweep
Instead, I begin to weep
Dirt floors topped with tears

Once Was a Man

There once was a man on a junket
He said of the masks, ‘Go Fuck It’
He rallied and ranted
Lied and recanted
Now he’s got Covid, so suck it.

Get Out

The door is shut, on purpose
I do not wish you near.
I have been in here ‘forever’
It’s a place I hold dear.

It has a door that locks
Good wifi reception too.
A seat built only for one
I don’t care it smells like poo.

The door is shut, on purpose
I need to be alone.
The lid is down, my pants are on,
But everyone is home.

So go away and leave me,
I will yell if you don’t comply.
The door is shut, on purpose
Now leave mummy alone to cry.

Hope,  a Haiku

We hope for a cure
A cure sets us free from hell
Covid hell. Fuck you


We needed his guidance, he gave us his anger
We needed his leadership, he gave us medical advice
We needed his strength, he drank from a cup with two hands
We needed him to stay healthy, he fell victim to his own stupidity

We need him to go. Peacefully in January
We need him to survive. So they can walk him out
We need him to tweet. To move his base to blue
We need him to Make America Great Again without his help

I feel better. Stay safe. Wear a mask. Listen to science.


Kristine Laco shares the stories we all have with a splash of sarcasm, a pinch of bitch and a ton of wine at Adulting In Progress dot com. Her middle finger is her favourite and she lives by the motto that if you are not yelling at your kids, you are not spending enough time with them. She takes selfies at the gyno. Taco Tuesday is her gospel. Reality TV is real folks. She is making turning 50 a job because she doesn't have one.

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