‘Twas two weeks ‘til Thanksgiving
But one week to relax
And play games or just chat long
While grazing on snacks
But inside of our bodies
Crept imaginary
Disease causing germs
That would kill if one sneezed
Some then fretted all night long
And then caved in to test
And expected the rest
To approve their behest
Because that day just might come
When they’d feel slightly warm
Or wake up just like normal
Of there being no harm
But without being tested
They might never know
If living life normal
Was just placebo
With trillions of toxins
Inside us already
The last thing we need
Is to foster anxiety
By testing and testing
and testing some more
That guarantees nothing
and increases stress more
Many understand little
Yet think they care best
Ignoring high false positives
Of RT-PCR tests
Many also don’t realize
That a swab up the nose
Is far less effective
Than turning off their phones