More baseless self-importance, you dumb cunt.
Nobody wants to shelter in your pod.
Sounds like a punishment from Dante’s God,
A German’s winter on the Russian front,
Decapitation with a blade that’s blunt,
A long confinement with, say, Sweeney Todd—
Yes, all rolled into one. So is it odd
That no sane man would want to bear the brunt
Of your despised proximity? Go hide
All on your lonesome, keeping your vile shit
Up your chute, irretrievably inside
Forever! Such a course will be a hit
With all mankind. We’ll all be satisfied.
We’ll celebrate your absence, not your wit.
(Poetastress RBW excludes folks from her “pandemic pod.”)