My fellow inebriates,
I’m submitting a poem to “Dear Vaccine” (globalvaccinepoem.com). It is a global community poem that I just learned about today when listening to CBC Radio, inviting people to share their voices to promote COVID-19 vaccination through poetry.
So, I’m poised to enter my poem. I’ve loaded it into the field and am about to hit “enter.” Will they accept it? I’m very nervous… So just in case they don’t (for the multiple reasons they might reject it), here’s my poem:
We liked the day the traffic stopped,
The banging pots and pans.
The way we wanted to protect
Our granddads and our grans.
And suddenly we all were home,
with Zoom-enabled work.
With four of us and gerbils too,
We quickly went berserk.
At first they said: Don’t bother with
A face-shield or a mask.
“You’ll just spread germs! You’ll wear it wrong!”
They didn’t make the ask.
And that was dumb, but so was when
They said: “Go back to school!”
Why not share air with 30 kids?
Why wouldn’t that be cool?
And even dumber was the time
They said to stay in our “safe six.”
That only works if you can trust
Your six aren’t total dicks.
And while the numbers climbed and climbed,
Yet assholes still did frolic,
The government’s response was just
Chaotic and shambolic.
To mask or not? To get a test?
To bubble with your neighbour?
To get the CERB (or pay it back)?
To safely sell your labour?
And frontline workers, nurses, docs—
You get the biggest callout.
While douchebags rallied without masks,
You suffered through the fallout.
For those of us who work from home,
We should know we are lucky.
The fridge is here, and all the snacks.
It’s really not so sucky.
When you are home all night and day,
The liquor bottles beckon.
Why not pour Bailey’s in my tea?
It just seems fair, I reckon.
And on that note, why not partake
Of Cuervo with my brunch?
Why wait with jitters and the sweats
For noon-time liquid lunch?
And BC Liquor Stores, you jewel!
You made our booze essential.
Who cares if productivity
Has not been exponential?
So it’s been good, but it’s been bad.
For kids it has been rough.
A year without their grandparents
Is way, way, way too tough.
And now we have not just one shot,
But two or three or four,
To make those fucking protein spikes
Torment us nevermore.
“So which one should I get?” you ask,
When there’s a veritable menu.
Not only can you choose your jab;
You get your choice of venue.
But government, you’ve let us down.
You’ve vacillated once again.
You say the best shot is the one
That’s offered, while NACI maintains
It’s Pfizer you should get at once,
Not AZ if you have a choice.
Moderna, too, can beat those spikes,
And Pfizer’s good for girls and boys.
If you are stuck with AZ, then
Be glad that it’s not Sputnik.
The odds are astronomically against
A nasty platelet uptick.
It’s okay if you have some fears…
The needle stick, the achy arm.
The big thing is you understand
How vaccines can prevent much harm.
So anti-vaxers, hear me now:
You shut your mouths and take your shot!
It’s easy—all you’re gonna feel
Is soreness, and you will not clot.
The very best thing that our world
Has done is make vaccines.
When we’re all jabbed, we can feel safe.
Just think what that would mean.