Plague Rat

I am a plague rat
A covid cat
A diseased gnat

My lineage?

The OG bat
That went splat
In the mouth
Of some pratt

Or perhaps it was a lab
Concocted by a Chinese bureaucrat
Or an elite crooked hat
Or a corrupt diplomat
Or a Rockefeller kind of aristocrat
All as a part of some Illuminati format
To make the economy fall flat
Allowing the aliens to come take our habitat
While we chitchat in hazmat
Debating the origins of the fruit bat spat

Did I correctly read the online thermostat?
The stupidity of keyboard combat?
The multitudes of conspiracy tit for tat?

All I know is that I feel like chat
I gotta isolate with a seven day forced sabbat
With nothing new to look at
Other than Putin ignoring every Geneva caveat

Is he a Hitler copycat?
Will there be a successful coup d'etat?
Should I stockpile water and fat?

Truth is,
Worrying about would war three
is making my mind far more flat
than anything this disease brought to my doormat.

How about that?

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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