Supercilious

The world is changing quickly
No matter what the dipshits say
And now the President is sickly
Because that virus didn't go away.
It hung in his executive air
To show a loudmouth and his breath
Are perfect avenues to dare
An opportunity for death,
Which is an angel in a cloud
Detecting possibility...
In every prideful crowd
Relying on virility...
A bare faced gamble in the grill
Of Mother Nature's deadly skill.