The Self-Isolation Blues

I got no shine
on my blue-suede shoes.
I got my weeping red eyes
on the bad news,
and I can't sleep,
or visit the sunshine outside,
I got the self-isolation blues.

My ears are ringing
the bells of two flus.
There ain't no pleasure
in this year's cruise,
and I can't sleep,
or see any ending in sight,
I got the self-isolation blues.

My fortune's joking
but I don't feel amused.
The credit of my soul
has been refused,
and I can't sleep,
my thoughts are a heavy-go-round,
I got the self-isolation blues.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.