Vile Virus
daisy chain in coat
why can't you live on your own
vilest intruder
In Land of Thieves
held up in lock-down
where everyone should be masked
bare-faced folk are crooks
Space Station Earth
on space station earth
meeting unmasked is deadly
no life fully free
Scapegoating
draught horse tripped on clod
so sure of gait and big hooves
looked for a scapegoat
COVID Moratorium
dwelling on COVID
rots thought something terrible
turn mind's eye away
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The more sure you are of your abilities, the more you have to lose, the quicker you will look for scapegoats to blame (for COVID its the unvaccinated). Its time for a moratorium on thinking about COVID which so dominates all the news and what people think about. Its time to switch the dwelling upon COVID to OFF. I'm sick of the vile virus spiking my thoughts. Getting angry doesn’t work against this virus and the effect it has on us. I'm well, and well and truly over it. BYE BYE
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Comments4
There's a simple remedy to this virus. Unplug the telly, burn all newspapers, go for a walk in nature and just breathe
Yep 'tis done and dusted.
Thank you I to walk away from most talks on this! Well written my friend
Thanks for your kind words. Enjoy the COVID free channel
Understand your position perfectly as I am subjected to precisely the same debate as you. Fills media segment after media segment - drives me nuts.
But I cannot leave it alone when the Pollies, the decision makers make crap decisions - especially in NSW.
Great little senyrus, BTW.
Gladys Knight and the Pips is off my play list. The NSW press conferences remind me of Dr Who - the Daleks rock up in their spin machines: Vaccinate Vaccinate Vaccinate
Gladys B gives me the pip You mean? Does me. At least the press conference messaging is an improvement (albeit late) to the previous repetition : "If things get worse we may have to..."
Over it too - switch to continuous music .
rider alert to recognize
the unexpected
OK thanks
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