Prevention
however much he scrubbed them the smell of pungent chemicals
never left the Chinese crocs and he was fortunate in the sense that
he did not need further measures or precautions for social distancing
surely the men in Beijing knew a thing or two about the small virus
when the epidemic was over his nostrils and septum were exhausted
and it was not white powder which left a hole in his lonesome life
as isolation took its toll and he had become to enjoy his own company
and therefore he smelled a rat when encouraged to socialize once again
mutations came to his aid new strands of micro-organisms appeared
and he was desperate to fortify his own bubble of one on his own
luckily smelly fuzzy socks came to his rescue with virulent stench
as he sniffed at the fourth wave of infection and inhaled his freedom
30th June 2021
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