Panic! Panic!
All hands on deck,
No authority here to protect us,
I’ve checked,
This authoritarian regime,
Nationalistic foaming,
Has left no room for sense or reason,
If you’ve got it,
Hell, that’s treason!
Panic! Panic!
Virus unleashed!
No stockpiling or masks will suffice,
This is the new war,
The one we can’t dispute,
The one we can’t refute,
Oh, we’ll need a strong leader
To assuage our Corona fears,
We’ll need them in place for at least
4 years.
Panic! Panic!
She of Letters 