Charisma Is My Vaccine Poem by Panagiota Romios

People are frightened of joyous souls.
They cling to paper masks, sanitizers and paper towel rolls!

They will not get near me for a chat.
Too ignorant to know that Sir Death knows exactly where you are at!

Locked behind doors, no humans in sight!
That kind of living gives me a fright.

Are you overweight, my friend?
CoVid 19 loves folks like you, that maybe
your very end.

A mask is no protection at all.
Unless its the kind of mask a surgeon wears, these cannot be bought
at a mall.

Car wrecks, falling down stairs, heart attacks, diabetes,
drugs or booze!
Anyone of the above can get you, sorry but you cannot choose.

Take back all your freedoms and your own life!
Stop hiding from Death, we are all in his sites.

The virus is never going away.
Don't you get it? Get out there and live happily every day.

God is the center of this universe!
Stop believing we are living under a curse!


         April 26,2020

Quote: e.e.Cummings
" For life is not a paragraph; and death, I
think...is no parenthesis."