Dear Friends,
When people want to do you harm,
They may act all cozy and warm,
A serpent’s smile,
Beware their wile,
And it’s the narrative they use to charm.
Macron claims he’s a pretty good fella,
Then there’s the good guy Jordan Bardella,
Drowning in zest,
Here’s an iron life vest,
I wonder if they’re a French version of Marius and Sulla.
While the elite sow chaos and fear,
And their digital eyes do always leer,
Acting as ghouls,
Stiff necked fools,
As the Beast system draws ever near.
Immigrants are more important than you,
To the expert elite who make up the rules,
Get used to it,
Rule by nitwit,
And our betters will replace us soon.
The elite do stand and cheer,
At the chaos confusion and fear,
Knowing what’s best,
So they won’t rest,
Until the Beast system is here.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
