Dear Friends,
Many struggle and do what they can,
Wanting to appear good so they scan,
Go to the right places,
Ignoring poor faces,
But God often appears as a homeless man.
The elite have always been bums,
A cabal of people with all thumbs,
It’s not their fault,
They’re in a cult,
And are only happy when we live in slums.
There once was a central planner Dan,
With great ideas for the lot of Man,
He connived at night,
By pale moonlight,
And cooked our futures in a frying pan.
There once was a crew fast and furious,
Of guns to cartels they weren’t curious,
A donkey’s bray,
The CIA,
And to national interest they were injurious.
Reality is often different than it seems,
Our eyes mislead us by cultural ______,
The elite are not ____,
They’re more like lice,
Providing no value but regulating by _____.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
