Dear Friends,
When the left claims violence detection,
Warning us of the Right’s peace rejection,
They’ll start a war,
Riots and more,
But it turns out it was always projection.
The law it is now plain to see,
Is a weapon against you and me,
Bring criminals into town,
Double standards abound,
And the corruptocrats are busy as a bee.
Corruption in the courts have a long history,
From the monkey trials to Wickard’s victory,
The system serves itself,
Justice an orphaned whelp,
But graft only works when there’s no publicity.
The great race is upon us,
Excitement is just a bonus,
Who will win,
Us or the djinn,
And if the world ends we’re singing our opus.
We’re the expert few,
Who know better than you,
Take this shot,
With nary a thought,
Sincerely,
John Pepin
