Dear Friends,
There once was a city called the Big Apple,
With Broadway, Wall Street, and many people,
A hub of commerce,
Making it worse,
That it committed Seppuku without scruple.
The rulers dance and drink their malt,
While distracting if he’s worth his salt,
Never admit defeat,
When it comes to the elite,
Every problem is someone else fault.
Climate change has got to be bad,
Anyone who disagrees is just a cad,
There’s consensus,
It’s because of us,
Or else we’ve been well and truly had.
The experts are the smartest in the room,
Not to be toyed with they explode in a boom,
Manipulations do tire,
They tend to backfire,
And lead such egoists to their ultimate doom.
Mr. Hedges sounds like a demagogue,
Aiming at something in a hate filled fog,
But is it the capitalist sour,
Or having too much power,
He can’t tell since the rabbit chases his dog.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
