Dear Friends,
America was called land of the free,
Ruled by fairness polity and decency,
Come the progressive,
With ideas impressive,
So now it’s called bureaucratic tyranny.
Cutting regulation makes the elite frown,
They consider you as but a mere clown,
The ten percent,
Seeking our rent,
So they have to keep the little guys down.
I’ve heard God works in mysterious ways,
And being in his employ really pays,
The alternative is an upper cut,
Here and eternity suffering but,
None will know till the end of his days.
Being tough shows strong character,
Building ideas and enemies peculiar,
But ideas alienate,
They investigate,
So one must beware of logic circular.
Perverting a system for fun and ______,
Extracting from the little Miss Moffit,
But there is a ____,
To the spirit lost,
As the good do paint their own ______.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
