I came, I saw, I punctured

I came, I saw, I punctured.
I took my myocarditis
Like a champ;
Even had the booster,
But got vaccine-injured,
So I took another two -
Because “f*ck you!”
What else could I do,
I wore a mask;
I stayed at home,
Like every other tool;
It wasn’t my decision to choose.
I did what everyone with a brain
Would do - I yelled, “Me too!”
Why not, that Fat Orange man
Made every lady and Mexican
Mad across the land;
I had to hop on that bandwagon,
There was a gun against
My head, screaming:
“Fascist!”
“Science!”
“Russian!”
“You must hate the Jews.”
And every full-throated misery
You could think of, you see,
In a coordinated conspiracy
To “Love Thy Neighbor”
At all cost to me and my views,
Including checkpoints,
Border closures,
And curfews!
Life kind of felt like the Gulag
But with Netflix, the Internet,
And the warmth of gas,
Which now we won’t have,
Thanks to “you-know-who”

Reviews

[Brett Moore]

I dig your voice. I dig the sardonic tone. It makes me chuckle. You are definitely pointing the finger but it feels unoffensive and that's a hard line to walk. Great job.