Pandemic Poem: Give Me Liberty or Give Me Co-Vid
I am an American and I am free - free to not wear a mask.
The freedom to not wear masks makes our country great again.
Those crazy Europeans wore masks. Now they say we can't visit.
We fooled them. We built our wall.
Tonight I am going to dinner with friends who don’t wear masks
and I’m not wearing a mask and we are free
to wear or not wear what we want. All four fathers
emphasized freedom when they wrote the constipation.
I guess I am going to have to wear a shirt and shoes.
The restaurant has a sign “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service.”
But that is a stupid sign so I’m going in a tank top.
Like the second appendix says, I have the right to bare arms.
I will leave soon. Once I get into my car, it’s my own
little world, and there are no rules.
I drive slow because of the speed limit.
I hate this seat belt. It messes up my tank top.
This restaurant’s waiters look so stupid in their masks.
No mask for me. I’m not worried about some stupid flu.
They say masks will reduce the virus.
Reduce? Why should I care whether the virus loses weight?
But what really gets me mad is the government telling me what to do.
They have no right to do that. I know what’s best for me.
Life is full of risks. I’ll take risks for freedom.
Like St. Patrick said, “Give me liberty or give me death.”
by Buzz Miller
Buzz Miller is a retired Army aviator and aerospace industry logistics manager living in Oakmont. His writing has appeared in The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Art Matters magazine, Sticky Couch, and other publications.