Dear Friends
They came in from down the hall,
Unsuspecting so standing tall,
But a stoned mind,
What did they find,
One of them had left behind their eightball.
Take the shot and never reason why,
The medical elite would never lie,
So don’t be dejected,
Higher than expected,
Means they knew people would die.
If hydrogen is found to be plentiful and cheap,
Expect the environmentalists to really freak,
It’s dirty to drill,
Take a blue pill,
Because it’s about political power not heat.
Powerful intellectual weapons do scientists wield,
Following a paradigm to see what it could yield,
Lest it stagnate,
Know this mate,
That innovation comes from kooks in left field.
Governor Hochel will do anything to win,
Plastic face and hair gelled to the brim,
A progressive’s dream,
On Lucifer’s team,
She’s ugly as a goose and corrupt as sin.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
