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, deep-spiked me.
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 intravenously…
the virus it will humble; the evil then will die.
I use, never, drugs; the clever expert cries:

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

Don’t have to cook
the Clorox to get it injecty.
I’ll be shielded from bug’s harming.
Fie! on voice of doom from some in the room.
I’ll touch my chums and let them huff on me.

Spike in Clorox,
you’ll be just fine, chum!

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