A Strange Disease
A strange disease is rolling coast to coast
and leaves its victims on their knees in fog.
The weaker mind feels the affliction most;
next, those with an affinity for grog.
Some say a brain worm fled the campaign trail;
some say that it arose from rotting meat.
The latter likely seems an old wives’ tale;
what’s true: synaptic clefts are incomplete.
Although causation’s not precisely known,
research identified a common thread.
The circuits in the retina are blown;
instead of orange, all are seeing red.
For those who trust their government and seek
a vax, one should be ready late next week.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2024
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