CORONALITY (1)
Polyneuropathy of a poisonous dark child,
Weapon of mass destruction,
Born to the family called Earth,
Name Corona, last name Virus,
Nickname Covid, aged nineteen (19),
Nationality China, who premeditatedly planned
The glint of bodies: naked, suited or adorned,
Down by the old soul (earth).
International terrorism at it's best,
Who is going to be the jury
To hear and decide this infliction of life's injury.
Death fashionably attired with a face new
And name, Corona, reminiscent of something I knew,
Now the ghost of life that begins
Can freely travel from Italy to America,
From United kingdom to Faroe island
Even without aviation and documents
To waver in arms of loved ones or pen pals.
What's going on with our beloved Earth?
Carcasses; I smell a rat,
Chinese government wears the aroma
And Wuhan Institute of Virology,
I see Shi Zengli's lab oozes 'the dead rat'
And Major General Chen Wei's hands stained
With tactics, strategies and blood
Like a small red circle on a white flag.
Welcome to the apocalypse, age of Ragnarok.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2020
What About That?
I smell a rat. What about that
I'll get my hat and get rid of the rat
Mess with me will you
This is what I'll do
I'll get me a cat, to get rid of the rat
I named her Pat. She just lays on our mat
Now she is so fat, She can't catch the rat
In my chair we sat, Me and my cat
Now we are both too fat, to chase about
the rat
Did you see that? Under my chair is the rat
With me and my cat! Oh well, great chat!
Well, I hung up my hat and I pet my cat
And just put up with that rat!
What about that!
Someone's trying to Cut me
Out of the deal
Undercover with torchlight
Stealing my Cheese
I tell you Flat
I smell a Rat
I’m Setting a trap
Hiring a Cat
Going to Catch YOU in the act...
My goal's to reach a hundred
my friend he said to me.
What, runs in cricket, drinking pints?
No years you dope, said he.
I want to live to be a ton,
a century I must reach.
Why on earth do you want to live that long,
you always say life's a beach?
Yes, well I used to think that way,
I was a kid and not mature
I've got a different outlook now,
since I'm married and secure.
Aha said I, I smell a rat.
She's begun to turn you round.
She's put ideas into your head,
where before not one was found.
No, no, he blustered, going red
My new wife knows her place.
Yes, right behind you with a stick
I thought, like a racehorse in a race.
Well why this idea that you have
to live to be that old?
That's another seventy years away
three score and ten all told.
I know all that and I'm afraid,
that it's just got to be.
For the mortgage that I've taken out,
will be just paid off, you see.
We Complain
By Franklin Price
7/16/2015
We complain about the President.
We complain about the Hill.
We complain about all government;
I guess we always will.
There's a lot there to complain about
'cause it isn't mighty fine,
Now we have to ask the question;
did we make them toe the line?
Did we cast our votes to get them,
or did we stay home and complain?
When we saw that things were going bad,
did we write them or refrain?
Did we call them, make a visit?
Did we make our voices heard?
Did we follow what was being done,
or told by a little bird?
We the people are the government.
The Constitution tells us that.
When things aren't going as they should,
we should say, “I think I smell a rat!”
If we look real closely,
it's not Cinderella's mouse.
It could just be the squeak-less one
who's living in your house.
Democracy's not magic.
The squeaking wheel will get the grease.
If we want to make it better,
must be involved and never cease.
Man or Mouse,
or Dog or Cat
There’s something ***** about my cat,
she’ll not chase mice… I smell a rat.
A cat that will not chase a mouse
should not be welcome in my house.
Not every dog will chase a cat,
though most of them will chase a rat.
A dog of course lives just to please,
and chew on bones, and scratch it’s fleas.
But cats, well they’re a different breed,
they please themselves in every deed.
They know exactly what they’re at,
we live for them, ‘cause they’re a cat.
But dogs chase cats and cats chase mice,
no, nature really isn’t nice.
But not my cat, she’s far too wise
to waste her time for such small prize.
I really shouldn’t keep a cat
who won’t chase mice from where they’re at.
But what the hell, when all is done,
to kill a mouse can’t be much fun.
My cat’s taught me a thing or to,
in doing things ‘she’ wants to do.
Not doing things that aren’t much fun
because that’s what is always done.
So dog or cat, or man or mouse,
let’s be the master of our house.
And furnish it with all we find
that gives us comfort in our mind.
Ivor G Davies
Muscat I smell a rat hidden in plain sight lodged between their law you have no haven
quivering despair
heart throbbing ~ hair on end
eek! a mouse!
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