Dear Friends,
Totalitarians demand our submission,
Surrendering to their ids’ commission,
There’s distributed blame,
It’s a self-delusion game,
Where they give each other permission.
The planners work diligently sending emails,
Managing the economy with an eye to details,
But complexity is tough,
It teaches us stuff,
Just as the Fed proves central planning fails.
I usually shop at the local Walmart,
Using the squeaky shopping cart,
It maybe the gin,
But I do fit in,
And me think me is pretty smart.
Such evil in the world we cannot ken,
It happens to us over and over again,
Central planning begets,
As bureaucracy abets,
And it makes monsters of mortal men.
Many people desire to mortally sin,
Exploiting the system from ______,
No self-awareness,
Plenty of __________,
As bureaucracy makes hearts of ___.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
