Washing, scrubbing...

Paranoia... wash... wash...wash
Scrubem’ soapy “Oh golly gosh”
Roundabout and in-between 
coz “You never know where that has been ?”
Sanitizer is all sold out there is none left without a doubt
But good old fashioned soap and water will kill the germs like lambs to the slaughter

But have you rubbed them long enough ?
Your hands look sore and red with rough
So you dry them with a towel but has someone else used that you scowl
Off you go again to grab the soap what a pain
Your out of your mind with anxiety
coz this infections spreading rapidly

So this time you’ve washed them sore now your poor flesh can take no more
Don’t touch the towel, leave them to dry
You’ve done your best, you fret and sigh
Then a delivery man knocks on your front door, he’s left your shopping outside on the floor
You wipe each item with a swipe with those Detol swabs you know the type

Your turning into a neurotic freak
you’ve got OCD so to speak
Yet compulsive disorder is a must incase these germs lurk amidst daily dust
All day long you wash your hands coz everybody understands
that good hygiene kills Corvid-19
so the secret is to keep them clean
Every time you touch and feel it starts an ever-ending spinning wheel
Washing, scrubbing, lathering soap
but you’ve done your best you live in hope