Year of the Rat
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How strange it is and how bizarre
a pandemic should threaten from afar -
some say a bat, some say a lab
and there's no pill and there's no jab.
Sniff! Sniff! I smell a virus worse than that
in this Chinese Year of the Rat!
Thus beware the cuddly giant panda
and spread of its propaganda -
you don't need to be Charlie Chan
to know where this covid plague all began;
it is like a tale out of Dr. Fu Manchu
how the world has caught this Wuhan flu.
Yet said the WHO and the CCP
"there's nothing here, nothing to see,
it's all a big western conspiracy!".
But the WHO are just puppets on a string
pulled by their masters in Beijing -
as this CHINESE DEATH VIRUS shows
the emperor has got no clothes;
but what is clear in the tyranny they deny,
the bigger the truth the bigger the lie!
To slay the dragon in the east
we need to cut the head off the beast,
for Red China is an abomination
whose end game is world domination.
And if you have lost your job or a loved one
it is by their hands this evil was done,
for whether a lab or whether a bat
something stinks in the Year of the Rat!
2020 is indeed the year of the rat.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2020
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