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I’d much prefer writing

Of things more inviting

Than the awful disturbing things

Each daily broadcast brings

With news of the phage

Who has taken the stage

So that he can distribute

His cloying self-tribute

That, rejected by all

Save those in his thrall,

Produces a smell

Like the Sulphur of Hell.

Were that Thurber and Cerf could

Be here, I’m sure they would

Find words for explaining

Without too much straining

The reasons this snail

Belongs in a jail

Where he’d sit there and rot

In a manner distraught

‘Til his timer ran out

At which point, we could shout

Instead of “good Grief”

Simply “What a relief!”

Tim Konrad

2020.04.19