The Covijabberwocky

Then came the CoviJabberwocky –

three darts in your arm, and on the ‘ockey,

aiming for the treble top

ensuring we shall double-drop

like hordes of DDT-sprayed flies

who fed upon the vaccine lies.

But when we ask why you and me

are not among the one in three

(jabbed thrice down at the local clinic

and now extinct from Cytokinic

mega-output self-defence

and RNA malevolence)

the men from SAGE will yell “J’accuse!”

and tell us how we did abuse

our liberty – and thus gave breath

unto a mutant CovBlackDeath.

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