Poem 4 the plague

Last Call          March 15, 2020

The world is ending,

everyone is pretending,

they are ready for the fall.

The plague is coming,

media keeps on drumming,

buy sanitizer to save us all.

So if you start a coughing,

you may end up in a coffin,

dosent matter if your short or tall.

Wash your hands all day,

hear what the doctors say,

don’t hoard toilet paper in a ball.

Its the apocalypse now,

nobody seems to know how,

to react to the global panic call.

Put on a mask and coat,

maybe sacrifice a goat,

just be sure to use lots of Lysol.

The rules say we all have to wear masks now, when we go outside.
They were not very specific, were they?