Dear Friends,
The polls were fiction like a fairy or an elf,
Anything they say can be put upon a shelf,
Assertions by degree,
But how can we agree,
When the media has so disgraced itself.
There is a government that’s corrupt as a turd,
Ordering us to believe things totally absurd,
No id for voting,
But id for boating,
Exposed them to be crazy as a drunken bird.
An unlimited elite that are clueless,
And with people who are guileless,
Double standard law,
An institutional flaw,
Creates a police force that is useless.
About the deadly wildfire we just don’t care,
It’s not here see it’s burning way over there,
One side is told,
Journalism gold,
As the AP tells those in the path not to beware.
There once was a press of tranquility,
Covering a raw state of _________,
Creating people fickle,
Society in a ______,
While debating on the tracks of _________.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
