Famous Latin Phrases Can Be Inspiration for Poetry
Noli bibere aquam dulcem cantare e faucibus,
lasagna carmina de labiis mendacibus tuis* --
~ [Don't drink the Kool-aid and eat the Fauci Lasagna] ~
From the throat of the ancient Romans comes much advice. They had sayings about everything. What have you learned from this famous Latin phrase? I heard that in Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" first draft which was never published that Caesar died from Kool-aid poisoned with cyanide by a cabal. Today we have other intrigues.
Faustti, Collards, and Sheez in the Hague
Things escape notice
with a nod.
Originating from non-existence,
the Scientist is King, soul immaterial
because viable Science is God.
For an elegant experiment
the Death Penalty
is worth the risk.
Things escape
whisked away
Anthony Faustti is known as a hero
for his crowing expositions
on gain-of-function obfuscation
Things escape notice, a tale of
the devil in the details; failure
depends on whose details are scored.
The Death Penalty is a neighbor's ox
worth the risk if it is gored.
Faustti not quite Richard the 3rd.
in a Shakespearean box, but
The pleas are constructed.
Oh "Context, context," in Tony III:
"My Kingdom for a bat out of hell…"**
Three million dead by gain-of-function
is a modest amount, good for overpopulation.
Plagues are normal episodes, mostly
a beneficial culling of non-scientists,
often happens in a people's paradise
for the benefit of the Swiftian gullible
who know the poor, frail and old
will pay the price, cold-shouldered
in their malaise, hastened to oblivion
Faustti, Collards, and Sheez
say the Juvenalian are Juvenile.
Perhaps.
But measured by The Black Plague
this population reduction does not
fit a vague standard drawn by lot
Do not let be
such outrages of incompetence.
Death is needed.
In such circumstance
one would not oppose
a convening of an
ad hoc Criminal Tribunal
for "The Mechanism"
at the United Nations
(a simple firing not
being sufficient), and
needling, since
a hypodermic firing squad
is already appointed and
waiting in the wings of a bat,
let Swiftian justice call for
swift execution.
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* Don't drink sweet water singing from your throat, lasagna songs from your lying lips
**King Richard the Third, by William Shakespeare; "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"
act 5, scene 4
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