Dear Friends,
Dualities exist without rhyme nor reason,
Wave-solid individual-group I am certain,
Lacking tact,
This is a fact,
A group is simply an analogue of a person.
Big powerful people who do big bad things,
Suffer no consequences they have wings,
But not so little slimes,
Who do little crimes,
They get tied up in lots of sticky strings.
There once was a faction of fraud,
Thinking they’re the analogue of God,
A big headed bunch,
Here’s a hunch,
It’s the road to Hell that they do trod.
Above the law are the anointed,
Our courts make rulings disjointed,
Criminal fame,
Expect the same,
So in 2026 plan to be disappointed.
People are people even in a ______,
But law is different a random _____,
It rains on ____,
Don’t act dumb,
The elite are above it and are not cowed.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
