Dear Friends,
In your stocking there will be coal,
Be hungry nothing’s in your bowl,
The government needs it,
We’re ruled by half wit,
Who put the whole world on our dole.
Their morals move like an ethics capo,
With the destructive power of a tornado,
Tyrannizing skillfully,
Self-blind willfully,
Let’s just call ’em our little Gestapo.
They say demographics cuts like a knife,
Nowadays women don’t want to be a wife,
A lonely existence,
But with persistence,
Progressives sold women on the slut life.
When you see them you think they are joshing,
Their arrogance and ignorance are just exhausting,
Captured by an idea,
More complex than Ikea,
Turns out Progressivism is the result of brain washing.
There just isn’t enough to go around,
To the elite the last of it is _____,
Give up on family,
Have no _________,
And fight for scraps with the _____.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
