The Rabies Metaphor

I learned about a rabies incident –
the victim of a mad dog didn’t get
the painful gut injections that prevent
the hydrophobia that will beset
and, odds are, take the life of who was bit.
The doctors had to battle, one-by-one,
each dire symptom as in time it hit,
until the course of illness had been run.

The victim lived. I recollect that tale
as fresh attacks are made on my I.D.
It seems through vigilance they’re bound to fail,
because of acts by banks and even me.
I didn’t buy a lawyer, tech vaccine
or Ring, but it appears my credit’s clean.

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