Dear Friends,
There once was a socialist Bernie,
In Plainfield he started his journey,
He stole firewood,
And became the millionaire of which he was so worried.
While the elite cheer our soon demise,
They order us not to believe our eyes.
You won’t go away,
As our servitude the elite do normalize.
There once was a genius named Jordan,
Often doing battle with a political gorgon,
It may take awhile,
But right thought and action leads to good fortune.
There once was a media you couldn’t beat,
Speaking as one they ruled by copy sheet,
Evacuated in their food,
But everyone knows you don’t poop where you eat.
There’s one thing we all do know,
Taxes empower despotism’s show,
Thrasymachus had sight,
And unrealized gain can’t be allowed to grow.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
