It’s been a year
Over a year?
I can’t tell, I don’t have eyes
I’m just a pair of pants
Without a watch
But since this pandemic
About a year ago I haven’t been touched
He always joked about
Never wearing pants again
From what I can tell
He just walks around in his underwear
Business meetings, just a shirt
FaceTime calls, just a shirt
Uber Eats, just a shirt
Taking out the trash—in a robe
He hasn’t added anything to the closet either
He’s barely opened it
Suits are dry cleaned
Shirts are pressed
Haven’t worn us in a year
I’m so glad quarantine is going well
He sounds so happy without pants
Home alone, home a lot
Sing-alongs all day long
Work from home, zoom a lot
Pants-less at every earnings call