by William Skink

they hide it in a lipid coat
to slip it pass your molecular guards
a sly design that could provoke
your body burning all its cards

no longer do they hide their hand
we're on warp speed once repo blew
target softened on every front
then force-fed fear of each achoo

bizarro cartoon clown mach 10
slow down, breathe, the sun's your friend
they can't create and that makes them mad
we can and always begin again