by W. B. Yikes Vaxxer, vaxxer, so obsessed. Wore your mask and took your tests. Still got Covid. Every strain. Spike proteins inside your brain. Short of breath at twenty four. "Dr Fauci, give me more!" Proteins tangle and misfold. Myocarditis taking hold. Swollen heart at twenty five. "Thank Moderna, I'm alive!" But there's no cure for the micro-clot. Getting worse with every shot. Heart attack at twenty six. Prayed to Pfizer for a fix. Vaxxer, vaxxer. Death is lurking. Doctor says: "That means it's working." Died of SADS at twenty seven. All good vaxxers go to heaven. Obituary headline noted: "Anti-vaxxer dies of Covid." His family are "Quite upset". But they're alive. At least, as yet. And, they say: "It's for the better. "Without the vax, he would be deader."
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