Just Your Average Pandemic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What was up discussed.
Or who was down with frowns on faces.
These days like facts,
Once produced to reveal truth.
Does not matter.
When the act to reduce,
A population of all races.
Has begun to take place.
While many are kept distracted,
By a debating of those chasing...
Votes to eliminate,
Who is eventually picked.
And qualified to sit and explain,
With an ability to convince...
That a reality for what it is,
Is nothing more than a 'minor' pandemic.
Created to effectively control and limit,
Inhabitants of a planet.
Found a necessity to do and this pursued,
Without those deluded becoming panicked by it.
That's all!

"Whew!
What a relief.
I thought it was something more serious than that."

-No, not at all.
Just your average pandemic.
A solution to end,
Unpaid debts.
And those with a need to feed their greed.-

"Well...
Thanks to God,
I am forced to live basically.
And...
Within a budget too! "