Isolation Row

They're coloring pictures on the table, they’ve painted the carpet brown

The beauty parlor is headed by parents, the circus is in town

Here comes the lying president, He’s got them in a trance

One hand is tied to Vladimir, the other is in his pants

And the congress squad they're restless, they need something to vote

As Lady and I look out tonight, from Isolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, “It’s Disney, it’s not free " she smiles

And puts her hands in your back pockets all gangster style

And in comes Rush, he's moaning. “I say Hoax and you Believe"

And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"

And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go

Is Hospital staff sweeping up in Isolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide

The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside

All except for Hobby Lobby and a few states insane

Everybody is making due and all expecting pain

And there’s Jimmy Kimmel, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show

He's ready for Formal Friday tonight in Isolation Row

Amelia, she's inside the window for her I feel so afraid

On her eighty-second birthday she is so utterly dismayed

To her, death is quite romantic she wears an cotton mask

She professes her religion, her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking from Isolation Row

Fauci, disguised as Super Man with his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a pious skunk

Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he palmed his face

And he went off sniffling droplets and looking for breathing space

You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago

For playing the electric sars vaccines on Isolation Row

Dr. Desai he keeps his Fox inside of a leather cup

But his Osmisos patients, they're trying to slow it up

Now his nurse, some local winner, she's in charge of the corona hole

And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on our Souls”

They all play on the penny whistles, Fox News hears them blow

If you pull your head out far enough from Isolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the coffins, they're getting ready for the end

The Phantom of the Cuomo in a perfect image of a friend

They are spoon feeding Ye Old Orange One to get him to feel more concerned

Then he’ll kill us with self-confidence after poisoning us with words

And the Phantom's shouting to nation mass, "Get outta here if you don't know"

The Orange One is just being punished for ignoring Isolation Row

At midnight all the doctors and the superhuman crew

Come out and rest up everyone for another day with more to do

Then they wish from the factory send more respirator machines

They strap two together cross their fingers and quarantine

None are brought down from the castles by insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping from Isolation Row

Praise be to Trump’s DeSantis, the Holland sails at dawn

Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"

Broward County and DeSantis fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers die for aboard and fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much about on Isolation Row

by Dave Zeman March 2020