The Masque of The Orange Death
In the House of White
Death tweeted alone
His fat orange fingers punching
At a Blackberry phone โ
Death tweets all night
Like a man deep in lust
On stacks of ventilators
Left there to rust
โA different kind of deathโ
He once typed in one breath
And just what it meant
โฆno one could guess
We all know that you canโt kill Death
The pale Twinkie Prince must spare himself
The virus he once ignored
now just inspires him
Not hurt at all, it only revived him.
When you have no pain or compassion
When you simply donโt feel
You can survive anything
The Orange King will heal
The Orange King survivesโฆ
โI feel twenty years younger!โ
he said
And it wasnโt a lie
When the soul has rotted away
The body wonโt die
Wealth is virtue
Poverty is sin
The weak are doomed
And the rich must win
God chose Him to live
And he chose you to die
Look at your bank accountโ
If you want to know why
We have all been summoned
To the Dance of Orange Death
And who will be next
To draw their final breath?
Win against The Orange Prince?
Abandon all hope
You have only one slim chance
And that is to vote
(In memory of the Donald J. Trump presidency and the 230,937 people who died on his watch. Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and a real-world nightmare. November 2nd, 2020)
