Dear Friends,
There once was a man filled with hate,
With such people it’s useless to debate,
Ad homonym attack,
Leave the flack,
Because his hatred is impossible to slake.
There once was a team that ate together,
Friends and colleges like birds of a feather,
A protective bunch,
Enjoying lunch,
And withstood chaos and even stormy weather.
There once was a faction of win lose,
With morals and ethics quite loose,
No shade of gray,
It must be their way,
Because they think win-win is a ruse.
Prices are set by supply and demand,
You pay for what you have in your hand,
It’s a simple quip,
But as a lost ship,
Elites’ say it need never touch land.
The progressives are a mind numbed crew,
But they do hang together this much is ____,
Win at all _____,
Even at a loss,
Replacing parts names but it was never ___.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
