Ah! Little germ! What have you made of us?
A dread of mess; a bundle of frayed nerves
Thinking of our loved ones, we’re naught but goose bumps
Even as I watch your victims every nanosecond slump
What strange times we’ve today entered
For you’ve quickly got everything overpowered
Where are we headed, what’ll be our future?
And how much more are you going to devour?
Job, life, nix certain, we live in terror each day
Global economy you’ve crashed, with debts to repay
Consternation is you’re here to stay,
But I’m sure god’s made man to find out his way.
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