Dear Friends,

A reasonable person himself must ask,

Why the tyranny and inhuman task,

Families are bad,

Trudeau is a cad,

And in a dystopia everyone wears a mask.

The elite believe mankind’s gone far enough,

Innovation, Rights and democracy are just fluff,

Oppress us they would,

It’s for our own good,

And it looks like things are going to get rough.

The innovation of mail in was grand,

Now election fraud strides the land,

Vote of you will,

Take this bitter pill,

Now our republic stands upon quick sand.

Mootness, latches and ripeness,

A way for courts to avoid politeness,

Standing be damned,

Your rights they will slam,

And now mail in is infamous.

Hey ho Rona’s got to go,

She’s as useless as snow,

She said with a wink,

As she swam in red ink,

I can be bought with Prada and blow.

Socialist policies don’t mean socialism,

Promoting free markets doesn’t mean capitalism,

Big government is small,

Limited doesn’t work at all,

And doublethink is just smart progressivism.

The fed’s not done squeezing your balls,

They’ll squeeze till there’s no feeling at all,

The consumer to squelch,

As government does belch,

And the economy does a Humpty Dumpty type fall.

A trial that’s political BS as we all can see,

Based on a flawed premise about property,

Can logic and wisdom win,

In a court that follows wind,

And they can lie to us but ours is a felony.

Discrediting used to be the sin of hypocrisy,

Shunned by all and hated by the plurality,

Times do change,

Attitudes rearrange,

And now we call hypocrites, your honor, senator and your majesty.

Sincerely,

John Pepin