“Yes” he said to mandate’s call, Johnnie Roberts.
It’s a tax, and that is all. Noggins boggled.
Johnnie Roberts didn’t hew to the game plan
of reactionary man
who bows to the Vati-can,
troglo-Hobbit.

Not thumbs down but a thumbs up, Johnnie Roberts
Fox et al. then blow their top—frothing slobber.
Johnnie Roberts—what he did folks can’t believe
now the mandate-haters grieve
first, and then they start to seethe—Foxing frothers.

Hell! This cell ain’t feeling fine.
Well, well, well, he faked ’em,
Johnnie Roberts.

He said “yes” to the plan of health, Johnnie Roberts
Must pay money—can’t suck up state pelf if you are hobbled.
Johnnie Roberts didn’t hew to the game plan
of the clueless clucking clan
with their heads way up their can,
talkin’ dogshit.

Shellshocked cell’s now seething, whines:
fellow’s smelly sellout, Johnnie Roberts.

Ain’t their friend no more at all, Johnnie Roberts;
they ain’t no more in his thrall—doggone Roberts!
Prog. is Roberts?