Dear Friends,
The elite know just how you felt,
Their policies left a great big welt,
But the world is at stake,
There’s less pie to take,
So you’ll just have to tighten your belt.
Healthcare is all about physical wellness,
Making people well is their core business,
But something’s awry,
They fail and then cry,
Since the system’s contracted a mental illness.
The elites are still chanting revolution and fight,
Globalist elitists who do rule by guile and might,
A strange anachronism,
An elitist progressivism,
They stay left as the rest of the world moves right.
Once extraction is the role of government,
Redistributing it to those of political bent,
Laws become liquid,
Enforcement insipid,
And that state is what’s called demon sent.
As the extracted from get more ____,
And the elite get more crazy _____,
Smash the old ______,
For global progressivism,
Until everyone on the planet is dour.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
