the Fauci Diary

the smallish

man, a virologist,

a so called health care expert

who could be a double

in Woody Allen

movies,

has apparently kept

a diary of himself,

describing his

celebrity status after

becoming famous when

the illness left

Wuhan.

oh, the names he drops,

from

Bono
to Barbara, to Julie.

Wolf and Jake,

and all

the actors large

and in-between.

he's known worldwide,

his smiling face on

the cover of Rolling Stone

and

People Magazine.

get vaccinated, stay six

feet apart,

no more schools or

Thanksgivings, he proclaims.

Christmas is canceled.

no gathering at the beach

or parks,

no more sports or concerts.

let's put the world on hold

until we figure this

pesky virus out.

i guess we never should have

funded and created

this virus after all, killing

over a million people.

whoops, my bad.

now get in line for your shots

that don't work

and may have serious side

effects,

he scribbles into

his diary

before the lights go out at night.

everyone must wear a mask,

preferably ones 

made in China,

special delivery,

but me,

and my select group of friends

i'm meeting

for dinner and dancing

tonight.

would you look at me now.

who would have thunk it.

i'm a celebrity.