To Mask Or Not to Mask
The question that tries men’s souls.
To mask or not to mask, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous bullying, And not take aim against seething bullies, Without opposing, let them do themselves in; And by their anti-masking, might they end Their life-ache, and the thousand blue affronts Their red flesh is heir to? ’Tis a consummation We dare not admit wishing upon them, Though perchance dreaming of karmic justice, In their throes of death, what regrets may come, While we have shuffled off this mortal threat, Must give us pause. We owe deepest respect For the PPE that protects our lives: Who would bear the Whips and Scorns of viral Victory o’re proud men’s stupidity? Yet pains of locking in, the law’s delay, The insolence of Highest Office, the spurns Against the citizens merits our rage, Could the Trump himself his redemption make With a masked face? And would Pence do likewise To save his own ass, I mean soul’s, dreary life? Would that the dread of something after death, The unmistaken hell-fire of those who burn, From which no bully returns, calms the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Then try out viruses we know not of. Thus contagion does make cowards of some, Who value the natural hue of Health Not sicklied o’er with the pale cast of Death. Enterprises of great import and wealth Queue up for bailouts, never turned away, Or lose an ounce of profits. Head you now The filthy rich care not you doff the mask So why line their pockets? Just had to ask.





