The Vaccine Blues
Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here?
To be injected into the arm, not my
derrière.
I am no fool to buy eternal life swishing
in a needle via a potion.
This is not a magical health revolution.
I'd rather die, by God's voice.
No Big Brothers demanding I have no choice.
Like worms is a fresh apple they've taken
freedoms away.
Do you think I will stand here and say, O.K.?
With masks I can take no more.
And no, in front of this face, I will never sport a
plastic door!!
No,you may not tell me with whom I might dine,
nor fine me,
Because my lfe belongs to God, the Divine.
Johns Hopkins published the truth.
That paper was pulled offline forsooth!
You do as you so choose.
I am not one who will sing the vaccine blues
12/8/2020
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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