Dear Friends,
There once was a hoax so large,
It was run by the people in charge,
Help win the fights,
Give up your rights,
And they say the terror you feel is only a mirage.
Assassination of republicans is just not that big a deal,
As when a gunman tried to slaughter them on a ball field,
A political refrain,
Derail their train,
And laughing off Trump’s shooting as propaganda concealed.
The elite sell us chaos poverty and strife,
Be a cad and sleep with another man’s wife,
We’ll own nothing and be happy,
The elite will make us their patsy,
But all people really want is a better life.
Mortality scares us we know,
Powerless we go with the flow,
Dust to dust,
What it does,
Is that death puts a limit on Pareto.
We’re all shocked witness,
Of elites that are witless,
No sense of humor,
Like a brain tumor,
It could be called the antithesis of Britishness.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
