I have read many articles
about the virus particles
that swirl about and sneak into our noses.

Today it takes tenacity
to keep one’s lung capacity
and not look up and see the roots of roses!

According to virology
my system’s etiology
does put me in the high-risk covid class.

A condition pre-existing
and with olden age persisting
make it challenging to save my little ass.

But I’ll strive for the achievement
of avoiding my bereavement
to be standing when the next poem contest starts!

I will fight evil creations
of lethal virus mutations
that prefer to feast on lungs of we old farts!

Doing proper isolation
can avoid the titivation
a mortician might do on my brows or hair.

Then one day with vaccination
I will not need ventilation
to assist me in inhaling needed air!

And by the way, don’t criticize
and say that bad taste underlies
this poetry and claim it makes things worse.

Because I won’t apologize
for rhyming while I strategize
about avoiding being in a hearse.