When it ends, I will never “social-distance” my friends ever again
The second I see them, I’m hugging all my homies and enemies
When it ends, I will leave this prison! this asylum! That is my home
I will breathe till my lungs are full of nature’s air and the city’s smoke
When it ends, I’ll never sanitise or wash my hands ever again
I kid. No more stinking my skin in that damn nasty sterile cleanse
When it ends, we’ll celebrate a feast on scale with none in history!
We’ll set ablaze the biggest Burning Man made of blue gloves and face masks
Bring all the drugs, if that’s not your fun, do whatever the hell you want
Prepare yourself for the incoming good times; I’ll see you when it starts
DoubleSpeak 