Where a Vaccine Is Not A Sterilising Force It Becomes A Selective Force.

The Day it Dawned On Bill Gates That Vaccines Were A Selective Force

My goose will lay its eggs of gold

And all the world shall I command

Though I am rich and getting old

In business I still have a hand.

And I have all the future planned

A vaccine’s a selective force, I’m told,

Germs mutate, you understand:

My goose will lay its eggs of gold

The yearly shots will then be sold

As updates to the software, bland

‘Cures’ for something like the ‘common cold’,

And all the world shall I command.

The death I cause in every land

Is naught. I’ll face it down. Behold

Your god, behold my power, do whatever I demand,

Though I am rich and getting old

My tendencies increase tenfold

Psychopathy like wealth. I might be damned 

But what is that? Half the world I’ve bankrolled,

In business I still have a hand,

And all the world still buys my brand,

I’ll shape mankind, from my new mould

Rearrange their dna, and 

Won’t let men consent withhold.

My goose will lay!