The scientist said it was a slaughter,
     not like the image of a slaughter —
          
          some gruesome battle with swords
slashing and hammers crushing
     and guts gushing all over what had
          
          been a field of corn. Or what use to 
take place in the old Chicago Stock 
     Yards on a daily basis. No, this
          
          slaughter happened under the
the most sanitary of conditions
     in hospitals all over the land, places
          
          designed to keep people alive
but the patients were dropping like
     flies, like what eventually would
          
          happen to the fly that settled into
the Veep’s white coif, but a slaughter
     nevertheless, initiated and carried
           
          out by the one who was entrusted
with the privilege and responsibility
     to protect the people — yes, him, The                                                                                                                                                                                      

          Slaughterer.  And now he wants his 
political enemies jailed. That would 
     make him The Jailer, too. That's our 
          
          virus infected, Super Spreader, Jailer, 
Slaughterer. By January 20, there
     will be more labels, if we are still
          
          around to label him anymore.