Bastet

I call on the great Bastet
Egyptian goddess, she
Must come back from the years before
And honestly now see
What the Vietnamese are doing
Transgressing to a point
Murdering baby black cats
Trying to annoint
The jokers now believing
The virus thats about
Will kill them if they do not
Kill black cats
Whom they flout

Sicko’s born from swamp lands
Far below the ground
A principle of evil
Surely does surround
Those idiots who reckon
The pandemic will
Be sorted grinding up black cats
Into a form of swill

Corvid 19 20 and no doubt 21
Is coming for us one day
Underneath the sun
If we listen to HANDCOCK and johnson
What we hear
Along with whitty and the BBC
Are tons and tons of fear

And clearly out in VIETNam
The element has reached
Their tiny hearts and senseless brains
All sense of purpose breached
Beautiful black kittens
Ground up in a stew
Boiled and mixed with arrogance
That is what they do

I call on the goddess Bastet
Come and stop this now
The evil is so deep
Inside these idiots and how
Any sick unworthy scumbag
Dares to call a cure
And senselessly expect
The covid virus so impure
To be over come by black cat paste
The foolishness we hear
Really such utter degeneracy
Driven by the fear