[Honest Nigerian]

We need some Shakespeare-sounding lines to commemorate the poor souls.
To clot? Or not to clot?
Should I take the shot?
Or should I not?
If you put me on the spot, can I claim freedom?
Or am I the slave of Pfizer? And what of Moderna?
Does Big Pharma own me like cattle?
Or chattel?
Like a pound of flesh?
And if they only wanted a little bit of me, it might be safer to let me choose the blood and skin and bone that I lose.
But no! They want to inject their experimental poison in me.
And the government even makes me pay for it via taxes.
Or did the departed succumb to Arkancide? Tis a funny thing to ask.

[Political Junkie Too]

O Covido, Covido, wherefore art thou Covido
Deny thy vaccine and refuse thy booster.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a Pureblood.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

-PJ