Just Another Corona Poem

Millennials are spring breaking boomers are hunkering down clowns are pointing fingers...again no vacancy at the coroners lounge. Florists and pharma are stacking chips the panicked are dusting off prayers the media is tossing frantic to the wind the governments shutting us down not enough bleach or kits to go around the preppers are laughing at the desperate the rich and guilty have all been tested clanging glasses above the writhing masses amidst the ribbons of tinseled towns. but this is but a long prequel. For much nastier things are to come. A wise old woman once said to me "death will always come in threes". Somewhere in all this froth I've lost track of the count.