Dear Friends,
I hear Labour now is just a wreck,
They’ve had a long and lonely trek,
Stayed tied to him,
But it’s hard to swim,
With a millstone around your neck.
There exists a faction of derision and hate,
Building consensus with both repro and bait,
An appeal to our dark side,
By evil that’s bonafide,
But that it always destroys itself is it’s best trait.
There are those who are easily disturbed,
With little self control their humanity curbed,
With angry verve,
A very raw nerve,
Who live their lives constantly perturbed.
The files must be hid no matter what,
Start a war disclose UFOs allow no but,
Whatever it takes,
Call them flakes,
The conspiracy is now that the elite like smut.
It’s best not to attach to a ____________,
Their fall will come sooner or _____,
Emotional _______,
Rubbing their necks,
And their past is a ticking detonator.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
