Public Health

 I want my raw camel milk now, so I grow stronger ..

I  can stand up to you Brucella,

 Laugh in your  face , oh learned health...

I glow and dance with you, undulant beautiful fevers,

Yey to me again, again  and yet again .. all you waeklings' who bow to pasteuer, 

Dare you to do what we did  centuries ago...all so natural 

But then again who decides what is health...

You measly public, just go with  raw eggs too,

If you live , you do , oh that short grandly healthy life... may be

So Short ... so who indeed  need any public health , 

Who needs health , for you the public, all weaklings...

Demise of my great life will never be bowing to Pasteuer or any such..

I run with the new Gods, so off you go to your puny sciences...

Ps:

Thoughts and prayers as usual , for the death of health , of public health..

Let the public enjoy lead and toxins  along with all the beautiful immune building cocci and bacilli.

 As they strive to breathe, to keep body with breath together...

As soul-less gods paint with the ever beautiful hogwash...

Poem by PC-3 (08/28/2025)