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
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.