Prisoners of a Pandemic
While we were fornicating with the canines
and counting dollars stolen according to law,
the pervasive swarm of prick motes floated onto
our bastard stage bringing tidings of great grief.
A fuckabup speck with sticky spines drifted
quietly through the broad sieve of almost defenses
and shat upon the dreams of seven billion fools.
Us, a species of fire-loving monkey with a hope
of rational thought tacked on to the main body
of starving voracious, blind impulses to take
and deny others, to be protected, inviting the
weakened and wrecked to trust us to take care
of them so long as they don't spot our wash
or drop their stink on the royal anus of the rich.
Report: On planet Casabisk, third out from Solar X
in Galaxy LBT472 grows a dangerous species that
is able to build professional grade violence but has
no moral genes to support their bid to colonize
other worlds. They are about to break through
the only boundary that protects us from this
variety of hopelessly harmful disease – elimination.
Numerous attempts at communication have failed.
There is a vast conspiracy of life and they are members,
but they have not understood and show no signs of
the blessed capacity to learn from experience.
Before using radioactive and physical annihilation,
which would harm many worthwhile life forms
on this beautiful planet, request permission to
employ biological agents to remove the offending
mindless, mobile technological disaster by means
of a virus that entails minimum necessary force.
Don't bother God. She's off somewhere
rescuing feral cats.
John P. Manimas, January 2022
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