Dear Friends,
It seems to me we have demons in power,
As the world turns and our milk goes sour,
Lies prevail,
Fraud by mail,
And the elite toss bombs on us from their ivory tower.
Some would say retail store security is deficient,
Others calculate government corruption coefficient,
Stabbings are swell,
We mustn’t dwell,
Because the elite call it cultural enrichment.
As a clumsy child I wasn’t well regarded,
The last picked in everything and discarded,
Lacking knack,
They held me back,
And my teachers thought I was mentally retarded.
Biden is tactically brilliant it’s true,
He is much slyer than me and you,
To corruption a monument,
No fear of impeachment,
Cause if he was Kamala would step in his shoe.
Worry worry fret and fear,
The bird flu is coming here,
Sudden death,
Hold your breath,
And give up everything you hold dear.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
