Politics & Rants

Poetry for the Posthumous

Vaxxie, vaxxie, so obsessed,
Wore your mask and took your tests.
Still got COVID, every strain,
Spike proteins inside your brain.

Short of breath at 24,
"Dr. Fauci, gimmie more!"
Proteins tangle and misfold,
Amyloidosis taking hold.

Swollen heart at 25,
"Thank Moderna I'm alive!"
There's no cure for microclot,
Getting worse with every shot.

Heart attack at 26,
Prayed to Pfizer for a fix.
Vaxxie, vaxxie, death is lurking,
Doctor says, "that means it's working."

Died of SADS at 27,
All good vaxxies go to heaven,
Obituary headline noted,
"Anti-Vaxxer Dies of COVID."

His family is quite upset,
But they're alive, at least on net.
And, they say, "it's for the better,"
Without the vax "he would be deader."

Some theme music to match the subject matter:

(A two-fer - one for you Vaxxies and your ruined hearts, one for my atrocious disposition.)

The lizards who did this should be afraid. No. That's wrong. They should be pants-shittingly-terrified. We're coming insects. You'll scream until your vocal chords rupture. Then, and only then, we'll truly begin our gristly chore.

What happens to you will be a told with a hush and a sideways glance until the fucking sun burns out. Mark my words - before this terminates, there will be entirely new verbs to describe what was done to you creatures.