Dear Friends,
The elite say America is full of rubes,
Inbred cousins who like the Tubes,
So why should they listen,
To those without vision,
Who think the world isn’t made of circles and cubes.
The moral of the story will disturb your bed,
If you don’t want cobra’s biting people dead,
Bounties will make it worse,
We’ll breed them of course,
Maybe it’s better to have people keep mongooses instead.
The elite cry for the disenfranchised,
The victim’s votes were compromised,
Don’t cry my dear,
It resulted in the election they visualized.
What a disaster it would be,
If cancer was cured you see,
The money’s in treatment,
With doses frequent,
It’s millions of lives versus billions for the corporatocracy.
The two party system is in danger when,
One side is so evil and hated it dost ken,
Election fraud is fair,
You have to care,
Because without it democrats would never win again.
When living in the land of lies,
Deceit will cut you down to size,
Moving lips,
Swaying hips,
And the corrupt always win the prize.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
