Dear Friends,
There once was a faction so vile,
They stabbed us wearing a smile.
With hats of tinfoil,
Crooked as a coil,
And comporting themselves in Satan’s style.
There once was a man named Wray,
Worthless scum and totally gay,
Always a scheming,
Possessed by a demon,
And he should be dressed in prison gray.
Elite scofflaws are getting more open and abrupt,
Hoping us hoi polloi will get angry and act up,
So they can clamp down,
Grind us into the ground,
And their comeuppance will come as a wallop.
The EU is pleased with Tusk and how,
The grift favors and payoffs to allow,
Everything’s fine,
A new paradigm,
Because bribery with taxpayer funds okay now.
The arrogance of the experts knows no bounds,
Walk on their lawn and they let loose the hounds,
Better act now,
Cool it somehow,
And once their done there’ll be no more sounds.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
