Sitting here right coughing sneezing snuffling snorting with this rubbish covid patter right now. For such a tiny virus with such a long supposedly terminal scythe-slashing shadow, it's pretty overrated and anticlimactic! Just rattleclatterbattered this out a minute ago on Fakebook to a pal for the fun and fuck of it. Five-minuter. Guzzle ma boaby, covid, ya dud fud!
(31/12/2021, 15:50)
They promised us death, blood, snotters, horror, diving down and down and down and drowning, ventilators, hastily-emptied hospital beds, cursing health secretaries, weeping overworked nurses, assaulted test centre staff cursing their curing vocation, antivaxxers rapping gibberish, arrogant sneers at the jabseeking sheeple, fatigue beyond anything ever seen on the planet, a plus-size explosion expulsion of all not-tied-down bodily fluids, hastily drawn up wills, atheist hands clasped in disbelieving prayer, new variants, old news, bedsheets soaked in sudoforic euphoria, four terror-absorbing lonely walls closing in mourning no-one and nightmare, three ayem silent nocturnal screams at no angle of things in particular, fear of death with every harsher cough, boneshaking nerverattles, composition of last words to unexpecting-cessation loved ones, forged death certificates, existential spurburns, fuck-it-all too-late-now bucket lists, never-uttered apologies, regurgitation of every horror story from the press and family and friends you have heard coming to you in vivid deathstorm neon to sadly and wearily churn over and over in your head...
And all we get
Is a few of these elements
Mixed together
Like any common cunt cold
Or basic biological flu entity
Uninspired by the familiar
Centuries of people
Coughing and spluttering
In the sleepy old-woman streets
And the Big Bad Brutal Bastard
Pandemic plague apocalypse
Turned out to be fuck all
But a rumour of a viral tumour
Circus after
All.
NOT THE END
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