Dear Friends,
There once was a place called the green mountain state,
Visitors had fun saw sights and claimed that it’s great,
Though the elite try to hide,
There’s a very dark side,
The government there thinks the natives worthy of hate.
To become the twenty percent that are wealthy,
Is to learn what you love and to work diligently,
The ignorant and idle are the rest,
It takes gumption to pass the test,
But our culture works against it to make us lazy.
There once was an argument based on a flaw,
Convincing us to throw our money into a maw,
Stores will leave town,
But that didn’t happen in the nineteenth century we saw.
Inflation is a vile swindle by any measure,
Designed and connived to steal our treasure,
We play along,
As the wire pullers thrive and seek their pleasure.
Labour and the Tories are but playboys,
With elitism thick that melds and alloys,
Smoking stogies,
And pushing an agenda that only destroys.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
