There once was a virus corona
from Thai to Versailles to Verona.
The CDC asked that we go about masked,
but some shouted, "Hell, I'm not gonna."

Insisting that things were not dire
these folk called each critic a liar,
while TV reports skipping news and most sports
showed that daily the death tolls rose higher.

The Grim Reaper surely has meant us
to live out this terrible sentence,
but I have to wonder as the world sheds asunder
if some gods are demanding repentance.

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