Dear Friends,
Some say “Where’s John Gault?”
Others whine about the salt,
But the sad truth is,
The elite’s are a wiz,
Because none of their failures are their fault.
By their actions we are learning,
The currency the elite are earning,
The lies we must repeat,
A boy can be a girl say the elite,
And our civilization will be gone after the fourth turning.
There once was a lad from Delaware,
Who’s crimes everyone was aware,
The DOJ stepped in,
And hid all his sins,
With such crooks in power we don’t have a prayer.
Get us to believe in hot air,
Repeat lies that we’re aware,
A monstrosity,
Commit an atrocity,
Or so says the philosopher Voltaire.
There once was an executive from Wells,
Who oversaw the crooked elves,
He found he was a minnow,
When they tossed him out a window,
And why no one will ever tell.
Who can tell the elite’s true worth,
They manipulate to us death to birth,
From a tower of lies,
Deceiving the despised,
We’re ruled by the worse people on Earth.
The elite detest old style liberalism,
Unless they pervert it to progressivism,
It’s too populist,
They prefer a fist,
Because there’s nothing more elitist than communism.
Given time your family might grow,
Too big for the apartment you own,
The neighbors you rat,
To get a rent controlled flat,
Or so said Solzhenitsyn in the Gulag Archipelago.
There once was a politician in a den,
He ventured out not often,
Corrupt as a rat,
A good democrat,
That good old crook Joe Biden.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
