Pandumbic: An A-Z Guide to the Covid-19 Outbreak

By Nick Givechi and Rich Perotta

Structured as “a read-aloud book of poetry for adults who still act like petulant children”, Pandumbic! is a scathingly sarcastic, philosophical powerhouse book of humorous poetry that explores and illustrates a different aspect of the Covid-19 outbreak for each letter. The perfect selection for anyone with moderate to liberal beliefs about the events of 2020, it’s the best way to gather up those last, stubborn Trump supporters you know for snack-and-story-time and explain it to them, page-by-page, like they’re five years old.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664129115

Book preview

dedicated to all the adults who

still need read-aloud time to spell things out for them.

Nick Givechi

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A’s for Apocalypse.

There’s always been talk of this:

A very possible Walking Dead ending for all of us —

pandemic breaks out and every day thousands of

civilians are either found dead or test positive.

So many affected.

In some it’s so obvious

while others are asymptomatically part of the problem, but

too many unwilling to change a damn thing in their standard of living

aren’t altering one single pattern in compassion because of it;

so, while some run in panic,

others just scoff at the facts getting posited –

calling them fear-mongering tactics and turning their backs on the

science, labeling all not aligned with their habitual actions as

maleficent lies and psychological warfare magnified by self-interested ties…

and, since mind control’s laced into partisan politics,

in an act of defiance they actively deny

preventative findings to any rational cognizance.

Yes,

Life, Freedom, and Happiness are awesome accomplishments,

and the pursuit of all three should be always autonomous.

What you do to yourself is a common sense concept, but

if it endangers another it’s no longer all your prerogative.

A’s for Apocalypse, but a preventable one.

The warning’s there on our doctors’ lips, but America’s dumb.

We swear our future is bright as we stare into the sun,

going blind to the signs that our era is done

by way of how carelessly numb

we’ve become

to how close catastrophe lies.

If we listen to Trump, humanity dies.

But play lethal games, you’ll amass fatal prizes.

And for those who don’t care?

Uncle Coldviking’s back with some bags to unpack through poetic coping devices.

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B is for Boredom – isolated, alone.

Coronavirus descended, signs of life turned to stone.

Everything fun’s been suspended now – our timeline’s unknown:

maybe four to five months of silently sitting at home,

bored to high