Dear Friends,
In any state that’s abandoned its foundation,
Becoming airborne and governing by aviation,
No need of constitutional safeguard,
Secure in the elite’s loving regard,
All they need done is our aggregate castration.
A clutch of narcissists gathering in a hall,
Chanting how great they are to one and all,
Terribly unkind,
And have the brains of a porcelain doll.
A culture that claims judgment is wrong,
Then makes sure everyone goes along,
With chaos rife,
Because then we’ll believe in any old song.
Those poor progressive pundits pedantic,
Laid off in their prime so very tragic,
Solo swallows,
Because nothing they say is organic.
Progressives’ gaslighting is so legend,
No crime of theirs is ever sanctioned,
Instead believe their lies,
Because they just deny it ever happened.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
