Virus

21st Century Blues

Every year 

We drift further away

From Aladin Sane

Who was topped

By something as prosaic

As infinitely repeating cells

And now we face down

A virus that is going 

to take us to hell,

The end of the world as we know it

Check your circuits, 

there's something wrong

Wash your hands

And don’t touch your face

We’ve come this far

There’s no going back.