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I am the Project Air Bridge, 
The veritable virus lord-cum-felon of duty fraud.
Fumaye's privileged his bridge that projects pompous airs.
Maelstrom, mammon coextend where it forks and fares.
Transpontine ambulances shriek, hearses creak;
Cispontine pandemia profiteerings peak. 
Lip service put onto pushy pumper,
Juggling jobbery jarred into cushy number. 

       
        I am the Project Air Bridge, 
A villainous virus lord-cum-gubernatorial wailing ward.
I have federal flag foil my neckties,
Have federal fiefdom at my behest.
At home seizing states' supplies,
In style feathering my own nest.
Grave grin toward myriad plunders amassing in size;
Frivolous glee unto stricken states moaning distressed.


        I am the Project Air Bridge, 
A versatile virus lord-cum-omnivore slyly adaptive-jawed. 
All foreign aids I indiscriminately swipe and sweep,
Compatriots in need, meticulously sift and bleep.
Cronies and bogeys bogart the most and the best;
Those in the doghouse, let viruses lay them all to rest.
My wheeling and dealing can always pay off,
Just owing so much to so many I always play off.


        I am the Project Air Bridge, 
A heinous virus lord-cum-Old Nick's Regalement Board.

Blanketed by bereavement are betrayed people,
Their wounds bleeding undressed.
Butchered for banquet, the Bald Eagle,
My plates attending undressed.

Muddy mug shades dirty cook;
Murphy's mug shakes leprous wine.
Worse stinks history's mug book, 
Ever since its accession of mine.

Silver spoon feeds up mouth; siren's spoon feels up lips. 
Sicking up are malapropism and spoonerism of freudian slips:
Feasting my eyes on boons cross air bridge,
No blink for victimized crossbones' bare ridge.

        This is me, the Project Air Bridge, 
The very virus lord-cum-Juggernaut Accelerator of boons-for-bones baud.
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