Tag: Beat The Virus

  • Book of Corvid19 – Chapter Two – On Second Thoughts

    Book of Corvid 19 – Chapter Two  

    Test of faith test of chest breadth and math
    Did you see the cough graphs
    Off the scale, like Novichok
    Exponential growth like rice on a chessboard
    It’s the morbid corvid curving
    Carving marvel hero yearning
    What you learning, yet concerning
    Burning money heads turning tardis
    Lockdown or not to lock down?
    And look up world germ wordfare

    Fly Agaric 23 medicinal prose chemically
    Systemically microbially mobile and up your nose
    Infectious like a mile wide smile of Spike
    Skip public transport, walk write or bike
    Pull down thy vanity
    Incubate masturbate check your mate
    Be concerned and keep sanitation tea topped up
    Grow a tree, chop dub, carry water, sedate, it’s all good.

    With the gloves and masks keep your high tea fresh with flasks
    The elixir pixar pixel pixie tricky chunky tangy juice under tang me?
    If the virus came from Gaia, Pandora or Typhon
    Therein lies the salve, vaccine medicine cure
    Helena, Aphrodite, Prometheus or Athena?
    I can’t be sure and to be Frank, this is a rhyme lure
    A skewed dig in the typo-sphere
    Get up with it, get clear, be nurse medic and seer
    We need you now, put everything else down
    Think about it, where from and where to?

    Get hip to the gist of the virologist
    Make it CRISPR read a paper write your paper
    Leave gaps in the text where you don’t really know
    Be humble with uncertainty
    That’s why good scientists speak in the language of probability
    Perhaps maybe I guess who knows?
    Suspended judgement is the key, so it goes

    Like a Preacher Kush, one touch and you fall to the floor
    Or ass drunk crawling on the bar for one more
    Like hooter polluter shooting Putin up yer snooter
    You snooze while King Virus holds an Uzi to your snoozy
    Better get the facts and sit down for some snacks
    Pop open a ragbag of notes and hope the rhyme floats
    Yes totes, don’t be afraid to use post-it notes

    Wash your hands and squeegee your third eye
    It’s still the post-truth era and pie still up in the sky
    Ski with me through the valley of virology
    Micrology and Chemistry, anti-bacterial terpenes
    To grow corona resistant cannabis gardens

    Get smart and do the do due diligence dance
    Watch the graphs and do the maths
    We’re heading for pandemic panic
    Don’t just keep calm and carry on, full stop
    Cancel everything self isolate
    Work from home and work on your home
    Clear your head from the digisphere, claim your dome
    Make the space place nice and fruitful
    Work on yourself, check on the others

    Brothers and sisters, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
    Now is the time to self actualize and be that change
    Show yourself as a force for good and be that warrior kingslayer
    Topple and slaughter King Corvid 19
    With foresight, more sight, the clock on the wall sight
    No unnecessary journey, why go anyhow
    Be with yourself and love yourself
    Wank yourself silly
    Eat right, talk true, be there, read and seed the new beginning
    The after-math once the peak is passed
    And the masks are off

    Hold news media and the government departments responsible
    And hold your friends, at a distance
    With long stretchy arms made of foam
    Either we all make it or nobody makes it
    A global village has a responsibility to itself, like the market
    Nothing alone
    Self regulate and keep toxic bonds and Ponzi schemes banished
    Power of immunity to replace missing community
    Unity in solidarity in sticking apart
    Social distancing becomes a challenge for the art.