This goes out to…to everybody that's under stay at home…away from your friends, and you just wish it would end, …and it feels like it’s gonna get worse, you're like...

Y'all gotta feel this one...

I got that NCD, that no-con depression. That separated from your friends cause of a pandemic depression. That cry at night because the world’s on fire depression. That wondering what to do cause your former life’s gone depression.

I got that NCD, that no-con depression. They cancelled all the furcons and I’m already stressin’. On my way to Brunswick (Maine), I forgot there’s no furbowl (strike), I’ve got my fursuit in my trunk and nowhere to go (dang). I can’t see my friends if Im ordered to Stay at Home (nope).

My friends left a message. They’re worried I’m missin’. How can I tell them social media’s just too damn depressin? Everyone’s tweeting the same questions and it’s getting old, like “when can we go outside” like “when is this gonna end” like “when are they gonna find a cure so I can get a hug from my friends?”

My family just invited me to Zoom. They’re trying to stay in touch. I know they love me but dealing with people is just too much. I’d rather talk to wolves, tigers, dragons too. I feel more comfortable chatting with a zoo (zoo).

I hate I missed the call, your email ended up in spam. My roommate’s using up the bandwidth. Maybe tomorrow we can try again.

If it were up to me, though, then I’d live with all my friends (never leave). But everything’s closed and no cons, bowls or meets. I got that NCD, that no-furry-con depression. They just cancelled Anthrocon and I’m even more stressin’, I’m isolated from all I know. I feel so left behind. I just need a hug, I’m losing my mind (chill)…

‘cause back before I went to cons, in truth, I was blind (yep). I thought furry was just the artwork and chatting online (irc) and cons opened my eyes (dealer’s den). But now everything is closin (dang). The fandom’s been put on hold, everyone’s plans are frozen (pause). I’m in the Reg line and everything is alright. Friends texting me. Room party later tonight. Dealer’s Den, Artist Alley, host a Meet & Greet at three. I see the Guest of Honor, hey they wanna meet me. I pinch myself, it was just a dream. I know tomorrow night: still the same dream. ‘Cause I got NCD, that no con depression. I just turned on the news and I’m even more stressin.

I can’t even stream chat with friends who work from home (sigh). I go to work, essential employee, I'm answerin' phones (sigh). Coworkers callin they havin problems working from home (sigh). Management asks me why I got two browsers open (uhoh). I tell them one’s for work and the other’s for news from home. I’m thinking they’ll fire me if they knew what websites I’ve been goin on…

"Excuse me sir, we know where you go and we know what you do and you're one of them furries, right. We pulled your IP trace records from last week and you were on all these weird furry sites. We got you on Twitter uploading pics and complaining about company policy. We got you on company time leaving comments on FurAffinity.

Hey, I don't know who is that, man...

"RunningRed's his online name. He's got the same wolf pendant you’re wearing every day. We’re reducing the company, shrinking overhead and we’re starting with you. Go be a furry at home, RunningRed, cause you’re through!”

Well, I ain't need your stinkin' job anyway! Good luck fixing the printers when they go down, we'll see who's fired then!

I got that NCD, that no-furry-con depression. I just lost my income and now I’m real stressin’. Now I can’t meet my werewolf pals. We gonna get together, have a therian Howl (awoo). Go for a hike, talk about shifts, souls and dysphoria too. Will this pandemic end before twenty-two? And all the online friends, a chance to finally greet? Never meet in person, never get to meet. Another outbreak blew up. Nothin’s bein’ done to fix it. Why all this stuff happen? Things fallin' apart, and I just don't get it. I'm angry at the world, mad as I could ever be. But when it's said and done, I know that I'm forever me (chill)...

…cause furry’s not about conventions, furry’s from your heart (yup). And I ain't never changed, I've been a werewolf from the start (awoo). And now I'm all alone, but I’m holdin’ on. Just writing a parody of a Bucktown song, 'cause I got NCD, that post-con depression, And now I got Corona too...

cough cough