Limericks

Dear Friends,

Tension builds the leviathan will dine,
Turn your eyes and drink your wine,
It’s fly by wire,
The house is on fire,
But the elite pretend it’s perfectly fine.

Presumptions ridden as a bike,
Absurdity assumed in a light,
A foolhardy drum,
It all comes from,
The notion that we all think alike.

There once was a man who knew too much,
The knowledge he held was ever his crutch,
Thought he was in on the scam,
But didn’t count on the slam,
And they say he strangled himself before his lunch.

In castles and islands mad scientists would reside,
Doing experiments that would shrivel your hide,
That was then this is now,
They’ve found a way somehow,
To get us pay for their atrocities and speciocide.

Elites are said to play a _______ _________,
Centrally weaving us on a ______ ___________,
Focused on _______,
But being a _______,
Jumping to conclusions and ready to __________.

Sincerely,
John Pepin