The winning way
ain’t to seek harmful medicine.
Genius has shown:
There’s a way to winnow the virus; just go
to the hardware store—wear your mask, bring some dough…

…buy some Clorox—
if you can, find some.

I won’t stall;
I pour it in where I breathe.
The stuff then circulates.
I have no need of meds lists;
meds lists are a bane.
The quacks ain’t like the expert with big brain:

“Buy some Clorox—
bug will be all done.”

Don’t talk of drugs!
I have purged them from my stores.
But seeping where my breath moves free…
the virus it will humble; the evil then will die.
I use, never, drugs; the clever expert cries:

“Buy some Clorox—
Pipe it in your lungs!”

Shove down that tube
for therapy respiratory.
I can feel lungs getting warmer.
Fie! on voice of doom from some in the room.
My sucking lungs will have a huffing spree.

Pipe in Clorox,
you’ll have fine white lungs.

Tube-Clorox and you’re saved—
for the virus, death is nigh.