Vaccine Update (in the form of a poem)

Good morrow, dear readers (if readers there be)!

I've now been stabbed one single time less than three.

And while that this is over there's no guarantee,

to have the vaccine takes a huge weight off me.

But I do have a gripe with the old CDC,

who's said those who have vaccines may wander mask-free.

The vaccine won't transform you distinguishably,

and so how can you tell the unstabbed from stab-ee?

Of course, I, being stabbed, will live relatively

untroubled for now, though still masked facially.

The vaccine in my arm, I will frolic with glee

and celebrate, gladly, but still cautiously.

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