Eight months ago the plague began
And this is what we did:
We locked the doors and bought TP
And then, for months, we hid.
And when we ate and pooped too much
We ventured out once more,
And so it was the first lockdown
Was written in the lore.
But when the lockdown ended
It seemed the plague had not,
And it was clear the lockdown
Had not a new peace brought.
It hadn’t worked, and so the leaders
Gathered to discuss
What they could say to guarantee
Obedience from us.
What the leaders settled on
Is really rather zen:
“It didn’t work the first time,
“So let’s do the same again!”
And many of the people
Went along without a fight
Because the folks with titles
Told them, “This will make it right.”
Meanwhile, the maskless multitude
Possessing common sense
Said politely, “Thanks, no thanks.”
And thus the world grew tense…
And now a civil war of sorts
‘Tween masked and naked faces
Will not subside regardless of
How numerous the cases.
And all of this could be escaped
If one would simply say
“Do as you will with who you want
“And please respect my way.”
The Daily Travesty 