Dear Friends,
Parties in Europe seem to be walking in fog,
Looking down on their voters, utterly agog,
Now they’re in power,
And have turned on their voters like a rabid dog.
The elite don’t want us to ever ask why,
So spurious points grow wings and fly,
We are racist,
If we say anything that exposes their lie.
The corporatocracy is baffled by your resistance,
As the elite maintain their level of persistence,
But Ebola’s worse,
And solving a problem would end their existence.
There once was an elite Adam Schiff,
People recoiled when they got a whiff,
There’s no debate,
And he’s available to the devil in a jiff.
Malthus worried about population climb,
Then invested and didn’t make a dime,
By buying the ditch,
As history shows Ricardo sly while Malthus did whine.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
