There's a theory going round
that Covid-19 was just a cover
for the real deal virus
that destroys reputations and therefore
hope for a brighter world:
The Monster Molecule:
Atoms: Rage -- Evil -- Hate:
It's evil. I hate it. It makes me so angry
it's unreal. Cancellations follow.
If bitten, you smitten with the Devil's bane.
And believe any limpdick suit that comes along,
as long as they flash homeland security badges,
and intone with authority like Bobo trained.
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Taylor Swift I heard is giving boyfriend Kelce a hard time.
She's just released her new song, "Reputation,"
which I'm loathe to listen to. I don't get her.
Since Trump got shot and his assailant got shotter,
she's been going around with secret servicing.
Word is she's the Beacon from Alpha Centauri way.
That hideous strength from outer space
come to infiltrate the space between our eras.
Popped one day outta someone's chest, started singing.
Did she try to have Trump nutrified?
That's her reputation.
I hate that. It's evil. I get so angry.
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And now I'm told in a series of sinister whispers
that the town of Corleone is back on the map
the Guardian reporting "vile" words have issued forth
worse than Vatican II to local ears.
Some say it's the mafia or Cosa Nostra.
All agree that the Monster Molecule is afoot.
What is it with Italians?
I've known some sweet ones; I know that much.
Ma Fama. Christ, what tomatoes!
But when they nickname themselves The Beast
you don't order sausage on your pizza the way you used to.
Ma Fama would make her own sausage. With fennel.
Ma was Beatrice, if Beatrice was morbidly obese,
and The Beast was Dante come through Purgatorio traumatically scathed.
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Reputations cannot be saved.
Not with so much backstabbing business.
Cowards and cholesterol derelicts.
Aliens looking down would think we're daft,
I'm told, by someone in the know.
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Time to line up for meds.
See you after the commercial break.
