Dear Friends,
Appeal to authority is always clear,
With power and consequences dear,
Do as they say,
Knowing the way,
As their orders are ever backed by fear.
The elite so shill the utopian curse,
All they need is a deeper purse,
Regulating to poverty,
Taking our property,
Saying if not for them we’d have it worse.
Central planning by drib and drab,
It’s the progressive power grab,
Pervert a little here,
Instill a little fear,
And make the world a great big scab.
Thrasymachus said law serves the strong,
Progressives love the sound of that song,
Above the law are they,
Our rights to take away,
And gaslight us as they string us along.
There once was a tyrant wicked _____,
His policies had the weight of a _____,
Plan fascicle,
From his castle,
Using law as a tool stored in a _____,
Sincerely,
John Pepin
