Dear Friends,
The administrative state is quite a biz,
Passing laws like the great war’s blitz,
Always working,
Never shirking,
But the more laws the less safety there is.
Thou shall not speak ill of some today,
Feelings are damaged you can’t repay,
Don’t make them blue,
They’re better than you,
But the beatings and rapes are okay.
The inept, and foolish with large egos see,
The real value in stealing other’s property,
They couldn’t have made it,
But they demand to trade it,
And so lower the lot of mankind exponentially.
When truths are too uncomfortable the elite change the name,
Wrongthink is now called misinformation in the newest game,
They’ll take speech away,
Because the tyranny of hypocrites always ends the same.
There once was a lawsuit to smother,
The people’s voice and that of another,
Breaking it’s cool,
And getting caught is minor little bother.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
