Limericks

Dear Friends,

As politicians prattle on,
With nothing but a yawn,
Are you a freak,
That’s wrongspeak,
And now your rights are gone.

The elite all wear a frown,
Running her out of town,
Lies need a buttress,
Nothing says justice,
As when the powerful do punch down.

Control is the choice of the elitist,
Complexity is preferred by a populist,
Diametrically opposed,
Who really knows,
It’s in the hands of God says the Deist.

Listen close to a narrative with bite,
About how climate is a terrible fright,
It gets a bit gory,
Telling their story,
By the warm gentile glow of gaslight.

There once was an elite from ________,
With a brain the size of a ___________,
He said in a ________,
I’m no _______,
And continued in his life of ________.

Sincerely,
John Pepin