Morbid Fascination Mine As Covid-19 Pandemic

Morbid fascination (mine) as covid-19 pandemic... foments rampant monopoly on bedlam Wreaking ball (his stick) havoc (think ostensible civil war scale not seen since Vietnam), whereby microorganisms jamb *****sapiens immunity system complements of gook resembling green eggs and ham necessitating Doctor Seuss to stoke bram bullying cat in the hat on a hot tin roof damn senseless cant be understood Matthew Scott Harris argot sham bulls (red dilly), and sallies forth with neither reason only rhyming flimflam. All Joe King aside - at any rate, yours truly, (a generic garden variety reprobate), not hell bent to receive nasty hate male courtesy vexatious reader to berate, cuz unwelcome chide and chime prompts gnome mad tick versifier to test (ease silly) to provoke ye to fulminate. Humanity now fishtails helter skelter across oblate spheroid courtesy coronavirus global pandemonium unleashed expletive maniacal tsunami (think) metaphorical groundswell primates hurry scurry to and fro, hither and yon frenziedly pell-mell housing random erratic discombobulated, bobble headed (simulating) quasi Brownian movements at warp speed embarked upon impossible mission. Here I paraphrase (er... rather plagiarize) President John F. Kennedy, whereby he delivered on January 20, 1961 his inaugural address in which he announced "we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and success of liberty." Though the then USSR (Union of Soviet Socialist Republics), now identified as union of Soviet socialist republics helped cook who nurse (and ratchet) state of political hostility existed between Soviet bloc countries and US-led Western powers from 1945 to 1990. Our present crisis I aim(ed) to show touché (pardon mum oddest tee) culinary poetic entree, how bajillions of people mercilessly unfairly subjected to influenza like agony exhibiting following symptoms: cough, fever, tiredness, difficulty breathing (severe cases), yet many met their untimely demise with prompt care, nonetheless minimal delay ferried them to awaiting quay where Charon doth ferry dead souls across Rivers Styx and Acheron resignedly where forced to abandon treasures they must relinquish all trapping he/she did parlay.