To What Can We Compare Corona

Am mad!

Very mad.

Locking me in an assylum will do me good.

My thought is to round off all chameleon in a way so rude

To cut them open be my mission

To chop them open is my reason.

I need all the colours subracted.

And render them colourless and depleted.

 

Chameleons impact Corona in a bad way.

Symptoms do change without any say.

To hell with it aping the bloody chameleon

I feel so mad in a million.

I will chop left and right.

Till all of them in the world I do wipe

I want them all from my face swipe.

 

Corona, you are as mad a thing so sad.

What will be your happiness after wiping the whole world?

You should bow down with shame.

Your tactics do bore to kill or maim.

Chameleons do badly scare

Corona also do families apart do tear.

 

Stop, I do command with authority

You leave the world so desolate and to pity

I hate you with forceful passion.

You are only fit for the dungeon

Change colour as much as you please.

Yet one time you will all people release