Sonnet of the WeekApril 25, 2020

Turpentine or Pinesol?

The end of the week, the task is at hand.
It ain’t that easy, this on-demand game.
Life seems so bleak with Fat Ass in command.
Is our only way out legerdemain?

Magical Thinking’s the coin of the realm:
Fifty-four Thousand, all gone in six weeks.
Science and logic and facts overwhelm
This chump who relies on witchcraft’s techniques.

Shoot Lysol, or bleach, or blood of a bat.
Shine light down your throat or right up your ass,
Let’s waste Covid-19, rat-a-tat-tat.
Who cares if he slept all morning through class?

I, riverrun, prefer a prescription.
May a doc’s hand forestall benediction.

You know things are bad when Lysol has to issue a statement to the effect: “Don’t try this at home.”

“So, supposing we hit the body with a tremendous — whether it’s ultraviolet or just very powerful light — and I think you said that that hasn’t been checked, but you’re going to test it. And then I said, supposing you brought the light inside the body, which you can do either through the skin or in some other way, and I think you said you’re going to test that too. It sounds interesting. . . . And then I see the disinfectant, where it knocks it out in a minute. One minute. And is there a way we can do something like that, by injection inside or almost a cleaning. Because you see it gets in the lungs and it does a tremendous number on the lungs. So it would be interesting to check that."

—Donald John Trump, 45th President of the United States of America

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