Better times in the Apocalypse

The Internet works today
Sighs from workers, cries from students
Emails/assignments wiz
their replies slow to materialise

“I put the work up, honest Miss!”
becomes the lockdown equivalent to: “The dog ate my homework!”
“I left my bag on the…
(Take your pick)

My head works today
full to the brim of thoughts
it lets me scamper through mundane routine
forbids my scorpions their dance
and holds my dreams till the bizarre reality of
the non existent “Hometime” bell.