Dear Friends,
There once was a corruptocrat James,
The woman had a long list of names,
A Sauron’s tower,
Exploiting her power,
And someday she’ll go down in flames.
Cancel culture is a vindictive tool,
To manipulate us pitiful fools,
Ostracize today,
Wave it away,
And meet cancellation with merciless ridicule.
There once was a limit because of etiquette,
Now power is obvious corrupt and explicit,
Naked duplicity,
Obvious stupidity,
And their antics will lead to our sad epithet.
A zealot believes he serves greater humanity,
As a technocrat in the heartless bureaucracy,
Those expert few,
Are smarter than you,
So they need to make all the decisions for you and me.
What’s the matter you don’t look well,
The pallor in the face makes it easy to tell,
You had the jimmy juice,
Aorta’s a sizzling fuse,
And no one wants company more than those going to Hell.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
