Droplets, droplets everywhere
They're on my clothes and in my hair!
The cause is all the plague deniers-
Their leader with his pants on fire,
he told them this would "disappear",
So go to church! Go get a beer!

And now they laugh at common sense.
Are they, perhaps, simply too dense
to calculate that odds are greater
They'll end up on a ventilator
Because they said "it's just the flu"!
"I've got my rights, so forget you!"

So now I buy my food at dawn,
But even then, there's always one-
They'll come too close, no social distance,
A twinkle in their eyes that glistens,
Itching for a fight to pick.
These anti-maskers make me sick.

Literally.

Nicely constructed, Laura.

(Which, for the benefit of those who misunderstand the value of commas, is very different from 'Nicely constructed Laura.)

I too fail to understand the logic  of the anti-mask brigade.  I absolutely hate wearing mine, but I wouldn't feel I had a right to wander around dropping small anti-personnel mines wherever I went.  It either slips up and tries to blind me, or works down a bit because of my beard.   I will have to buy, or make, a slightly larger one.  Or dig out my biker's balaclava with just an eye slot and look even more sinister.

It's just a bloody inconvenience, folks, not a violation of your 'rights'.  Our fathers and grandfathers didn't fight in two world wars just so we'd have the right to be criminally stupid in peacetime.

As an asthmatic I could claim exemption, but I haven't.

Gyppo

Thanks, Gyppo. After posting, I realized I meant to post this in the non review section. I'm not a poet, and I know it. This was just a bit of fun I spat out to channel my frustration with the grocery store situation.

You should have more fun with your poetic spatting. You are clever, Laura.

You took a crappy social problem and made it a humorous and relatable read. I wish I'd thought of it.  ;)