The Song of the Viral Particle
A rhyme for the times
O dear, what can the matter be
Politicians thought they could splatter me
Maybe I should sort out a twat or three
Whoever they are, I don’t care.
Take off that mask to show me I’m not frightening
Your reactions are, I agree, most enlightening
While all the time my grip I am tightening
Try and pretend I’m not there.
You think that you can escape my infection?
Your ideas may need a bit of correction
As I lie low to await resurrection
It may be a spike or a wave.
The atmosphere swirling around you is seething
With particles which permeate it, enwreathing
The safe thing to do would be to stop breathing
I’ll usher you into the grave.