Meet Mr. C

I’m a tiny virus;

Corona is my name.

I love stealthiness.

That's my claim to fame.

If you would prefer,

You could call me Mister.

How’d you like to meet

My brother and my sister?

It’s really very easy.

They are all around--

Sometimes in the air;

Sometimes on the ground.

We like it when you gather

Together in large groups.

That’s when we decide

To call out all our troops.

We rely on people

To let down their guard.

For some careless ones,

That’s NOT very hard.

If you want to meet us,

Look for crowded places,

Where there aren’t a lot

Of masks on people’s faces.

Of course, you know that our

Ubiquity demands

That people everywhere

Do not wash their hands.

We really love it when

People do not pay

Attention to the experts

Or let them have their say.

Spreading conspiracy theories

Helps you to meet us

And drowns out the voices

Of those out to defeat us.

We rely on leaders

With questionable goals

And people who believe them

And frown on safe controls.

I hate it when I hear

The ugly word "vaccine."

How could people be

So thoughtless and so mean?

I won't make it easy

For those who want me dead,

For MY raison d'être

Is "Spread, Baby, Spread!"

-by Bob B (5-16-20)