Dear Friends,
Inflation is default by another name,
To the elite rising cost is just a game,
Print what they want,
Until we’re all gaunt,
Then we pay a price that does maim.
Talarico is a press darling for sure,
To them even his poo is spring pure,
Though he disappeared,
It’s not at all weird,
That his faults the media does obscure.
Factions arise that worship the dark,
They don’t last they accept the Mark,
As they revel in power,
Their world does sour,
With an eternity that’s scary and stark.
The despots are only here to help,
That filthy dirty and poor whelp,
What a relief,
It’s a luxury belief,
But the rear bite will get a yelp.
There once was a government _________,
Hidden by a media that was __________,
Wealth flow up,
To a full ___,
And continue until the people get reactive.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
