The Jab
By Thomas Provençal
A nightmare pharmaceutical
has filled my waking dreams:
would be doctors jab me
though proof exists in reams,
the potion that they’re pushing
isn’t what it seems.
Like laboratory guinea pigs
our freedom and our rights
are squeezed into a quarantine
with artificial lights
where TV hammers information
to convince us of a lie
that the jab is for protection
though from it people die.
The strongest evidence I see:
the rich are making money.
Is this what Justin had in mind
when touting times as “sunny”?
When I lineup for the booster
and sign the waiver form
I hope the jab won’t kill me.
All I want is to conform.
I know that politicians lie;
it’s how they get their job.
Doctors pledge to do no harm
but they’re working for the mob.
What’s the reason for the jab?
It doesn’t stop the virus.
Bamboozled by the 1%
so they can hang and dry us.
Yet the jab is mere distraction.
It’s all about control!
Impose a pass as pressure
to permit a social role.
The jab is just a smoke screen.
They really want the pass.
Bunnie bitch can take em all
an shove em up her ass.
