Only the Cleanly Survive


Ages ago sheer might won the fight
Then cunning strategically set
but woe is to me I've got neither
just nervousness issues and OCD fever

Viruses lurk in the air
Sicknesses stick to your finger
Old friends are keeping their distance
when once the old friends chose to linger

Though pitiful times for humanity
I'm happy to be here alive
for now starts the time in our history
when only the cleanly survive

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