Dear Friends,
Central planning ain’t it grand,
They do have us well in hand,
Despotic harmony,
Perpetual enmity,
As long as we don’t make a stand.
The government threatens everything we hold dear,
Lying to us in ways pernicious evocative and clear,
But it’s a double standard,
So I offer in candor,
If Fulton County is not guilty they have nothing to fear.
It’s clear that the UN isn’t full of savers,
Many though are regular hand wavers,
Human trafficking colloquialism,
Is just a sly euphemism,
Because the UN is filled with slavers.
Nationalism or globalism the war is fought,
But it’s a distraction in which many are caught,
They are heads on a beast,
They’re a red herring at least,
The real question is central planning or not.
Eat your porridge and sit ____,
Believe our lies or wear a _____,
You are knaves,
Destined ______,
Chained in a central planner’s town.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
