You've growing antiseptic
to the housebound scene
Now you want a warranty
For a shelf life quarantine
Trade your rosey-cheeked credentials
To Party crash a hospital
Give curses to score nurses
get their numbers on your spittle
Playing safe is such a drag
Its fun to flirt with body bags
there is no chill pill
so write your final will
Got to keep grooving
With the pallbearers moving
Do the COVID A -GO-GO!
spring was put to cleaning
in bubble wrapped straitjacket
now you want to paint this summer
in a deluxe brown casket
Evade the hazmat bouncers
And the crow faced doctors
for a hot spot of action
your lust is going to slaughter
Craven that delirious rush
Delivered from your viral touch
Wash your hands until their pruned
Hold your breath until your blue
Do the ventilator shuffle
or the white light fever hustle
Do the COVID A-GO! -GO!
So put this pandemic on your credit
Need to flex your shopping fix
big box stores are just the cure
To Keep the Jones's turning tricks
And lapping up their thirsty mouths
With toiletries and fresh Lysol
Grandpas going to bite the bullet
But we got retail from going AWOL
Its so nice to waste our lives
For the price of Merchandise
so if your feeling green
and a little less serene
count your coughing
or just your bank balance
then do the COVID -A-GO-GO!
Do the black death bossa nova
Until your feet are in a Coma
Try the pestilence calypso
Exhale an IV Bag staccato
So, take your Mom and Pop
to the mortuary shop
Let's Hit the dance floor
at the intensive care ward
Watch the Pretty girls in hazmat suits
dance on your grave in plastic boots
so if your feeling green
and a little less serene
Take your last gasp
And dance your final dance
do the COVID A-GO-GO!
so if your feeling green and a little less serene Take your last gasp And dance your final dance We all are now tired of lock downs.
I think you hit it in the nose. Bravo! And I hope you would read and comment on my latest.
the scrooge has transcended political power..we need other urgent options
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I would like to translate this poem
your is going to slaughter