Pass it on. Dont stub it out. The Chinese are here in greater numbers. They are coming on the Slide of Death.
Whisper softly, whisper sweetly. And maybe you won’t get hurt.
Ware your mask; remember to take it off. Put on your Apartment Pants and relax. We are only getting started.
Look, look! The Chinese came and reaped their rewards. From east to west we fall down and stumble. Borders mean nothing in real time and occupied space.
Andrew, Andrew and Andrew all told me to be wary. Vision is scary. Polluting the airwaves, a rebel. A Starman descended on hazy cosmic jive. Say it loud and say it clear: This is my truth — tell me what’s yours.
We can be a Rebel Alliance. Trump the Boris and his troopers in the storm.
Rising up, back on the streets. We will all have our day in the sun. For now let’s whisper to each other: goodnight, Major Tom.
You have walked a thousand miles, and I will walk 500 more. And your spirit, and your kindness will echo through the years.
For now. Whispers, whispers, fake news and whispers. And it all started in China.