Maxine? Maxine! Maxine? Maxine!
You. Won’t. Be. Getting. That. Vaccine.
From reading the Dark Web I glean
It’s made from kiddies Charlie Sheen
Has processed through a huge machine
And laced with polypropylene
That acts like nitroglycerene
When ingested! Turns your spleen
Orange, then ultra-marine!
Maxine? Maxine, Maxine, Maxine!
It’s deadlier than a guillotine!
They tested it on wolverine!
It cancels out your dopamine
And makes you bend like Plasticine
To their will! It’s quite obscene!
And when they say it’s just routine,
You think they tell the truth? Maxine!
When were you born! Where have you been?
Oh yes, they call it “quarantine”,
But only so that they can screen
The old to make more Soylent Green!
It’s the Elite! They’re like gangrene!
All went to Eton or Roedean!
Out of their skulls on Benzadrine!
Panels of “experts” who convene
With masonic Jews...
...Maxine?
Come back Maxine! I didn’t mean...!
Maxine? Maxine? Maxine? Maxine!
THINK OF HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN!!
Oh let her go. I won’t demean
Myself by grovelling to a teen.
She’s made her own bed, has Maxine,
And I bet those sheets aren’t clean,
All smeared with things like vaseline.
And nobody has even seen
This so-called virus! Call me green
But next up they’ll ban Ovaltine!