Poetic Justice

When mocking a rival with mask Prepare to be taken to task For you may look dumb When your test results come And the public has questions to ask. Is it simply, as you have made clear, Like a flu that will just disappear Or will you, like your speech, Try injecting some bleach? We’re on needles and pins just to hear. All who claim that this virus is fake Might get ready to see their mistake For the ones who yell loud Like the boys who stand proud May be stuck with some germs they can’t shake.