Let’s jam on one accord. The W.H.O.

If you’re watching the news, I beg of thee to turn it off.
There’s illness in the message; you’ll mess around and get a cough.

Psychosomatics, baby. If you receive it in your mind then it will manifest in your body.
Turn off the news and refocus your views on you and the fam. Hello, Dolly.

Lodi-dodi. Look at you.
It’s been a coons age since you focused on the familial view.

Are you single with no children? Do you live by yourself?
Consider it a blessing; no co-piloting on your health.

Are you all boo’ed up? Do you have kids?
That’s even better – you’ve got pending biz!

No kicking back for you. Are you still wiping the house down?
We can beat this virus. Let’s wear the disinfectant crown.

You can make your own bleach surface wipes, even produce your own lemon scent hand sanitzier.
We are daughters of CJ Walker and son’s of Ben Franklin; invention and evolution remain exciters.

Be encouraged by the world demand and by this writer – I am telling you child,
If you have sewing talent your barter-capacity is about to go wild.

I compare the feel of today to about 1000 years ago.
A bit archaic, folks don’t want to say it – but we’re in the dark ages, yo.

Still, we don’t have to get lost in it.
Our species is in trouble; let’s buckle down and defend it.

DON’T GIVE UP, soldier! I need you to hold the line.
Keep the fam inside of the house and all will be fine.

We are not feline cats, our life availability is not 9,
I’m Qui
Hello Dolly, today is a great day to call on Jesus to bind.

Wash your hands, wear gloves and masks if you must go out.
Survival of the fittest is what our species is about.

WHO are YOU?
Ever heard of W.H.O.?

Lodi Dodi