Dear Friends,
The BBC has a righteous call to action,
It’s the uniparty that gives them traction,
Fully fund the BBC,
Silence you and me,
And use our tax money to fund their political faction.
The elite would be advised,
When engaging in genocide,
Play the race card,
But it’s getting hard,
Because the replacements can’t act civilized.
The world’s on a precipice they say,
If we don’t act now it’ll all go away,
No time to think,
Sip a purple drink,
Claiming our lying eyes will lead us astray.
Our elites love and adore hedonism,
While exploiting the tool of ostracism,
Zealotry blinds,
Hypocrisy defines,
As their media attacks political enemies with stochastic terrorism.
What executive thought woke at Harley would win,
That leather clad bikers would embrace the feminine,
Stupid writ large,
Fools in charge,
The whole thing just does my head in.
Have you noticed the elite like to bitch,
The car’s stuck broke and in a pinch,
The corrupt elite are,
The drivers of the car,
And they’re the ones who put it in the ditch.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
