Freedom of expression sashes down the hall.  

Heavily veiled, like a forced bride.

Nothing like sharia law.

Language — you misleading swine.

Media — a septic wound.

Social distancing — community through plexiglass.

No hugging allowed.

Fill up on fear and wait in line for dessert.

Tie the cloth napkin around your face.

Muffle your words.

For protection.

Autoerotic asphyxiation.

The hush money is in the mail.

Get used to six feet.

Sing your grandmother happy birthday through the bulletproof glass.

The good old days.

Before the prohibition of touch.

To save lives.

Now everyone dies alone.

A virus of the mind.

Highly contagious.

Dirty hands kill.

Dirty minds muzzled.

Get comfortable at six feet.

The perfect measurement.

Six feet apart.

Six feet under.