Dr. Sauci

Waka Flaka Sauci, fire flame spitter, first person flame thrower. Nobody in the ICU, the beds are clear and well made, Dr. Sauci (pronounced Saucy) got a hold on the fold. Plasticville has the formula to beat the virus. I'm not sure how. The good doctor has a briefcase filled with a particular set of skills, possibly a vaccine or at least a mask and a cup full of lean. Socially distant, thousand yard stare, he looks past us and into the future for a solution to pandemics and cultural phenoms. An age of all times, thrown into the flames of a crisis, calmly he stethoscopes through the quagmire and rests his laurels on his phD as an MD. With utter confidence, he keeps the beds cleared, his gift of compassionate doctoring is meant to be revered. Clear as a church bell on Sunday morning, protocols are being followed, people are committed to not being admitted. Numbers are low and the economy continues to flow. Open the Mom and Pops, megarolls of TP are stocked. No bare shelfs, no bare bones.

I'm fixin on guessin Dr. Sauci's briefcase is filled with Corona test kits, Corona vaccines, Corona Lights and Corona Premiers. Calmly crushing the Covid. Stay safe Plasticville, moisture particles of hope are filling the air.

The drone's view of the empty hospital beds are FACT, no checking necessary.