You’re there, right in my face, you’re completely out of place
Like a hair found on a steak, you’re a bona fide disgrace
You’re an awful apparition and I really want you gone
I speak to other people but you’re all they gaze upon
I’ve met so many of your kind: and most of them were yella
You have no place this close to any halfway decent fella
I’ll close my eyes and count to five and you’ll have disappeared
Or else I’ll be the worst thing that you ever could have feared
I know if you could talk you’d say, “Hey buddy do your worst.”
Your pride will come before your fall, for you look fit to burst
I don’t need to call anyone to say, “You’d better freeze.”
If anyone should come, I’d say that you’re my latest squeeze
So nothing you can say is ever gonna make me stop
You ain’t no kind of fixture and your brains are gonna pop
I have to say I grinned with youthful recall for a bit
For at my age it’s rare to find a new uncharted zit
Cyrus the virus is now among us
Known as Corona, causing a big fuss
Hailing from Wuhan city
Infecting without pity
New yellow peril for us to discuss
Over reaction quickly takes traction
Toilet paper now missing in action
Everyone should stay in bed
Then Cyrus will end up dead
But just how long our sleeping protraction
there was a redneck scarlet woman
who screamed blue murder
after seeing red in a blue movie
making purple passionate love in the pink
to the yellow peril who was green with envy
Existential fear,
erected by the faceless horde;
old yellow!
seismic,
voodoo wave,
dominating weak;
Our Territory and tenure.
Yellow Peril, in all his glory
The depths of disparity,
neither somber or pallid;
chromaticity;
Old yellow!
Impending catastrophe;
A Permafrost wrap
Brazen
Yellow Peril, In all his glory
Hopeful Jubilation,
Bigotry
segregation
Blind,
Sad,
Immortal,
Yellow peril
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