Covidian plots are ambitious.
Conspiracy thoughts can be vicious.
We’re searching for truth
In science, forsooth.
Some theories can really Confucius!
Oh, what should I do during Covid?
Perhaps read a little of Ovid.
There’s no chance of roamin’
So, I’ll stick with the Roman
‘Till sleep grabs a hold of my oyelid.
Jean-Jacques and Jean-Paul were together–
John Stuart thrown in for good measure.
A buggy and nag
Took the boys for a drag
And old Karl left his Marx with the leather.
With lightning a-Soren and thunder,
Descartes and de horse came asunder.
Foucault could admit
That Lao-Tzu had been hit
But, where’s Waldo, I Kant help but wonder?