Dear Friends,
Maybe it’s time to use the old melon,
Propaganda the globalists keep a tellin,
Try as they might,
Can’t win a fair fight,
Because no one wants what they’re a sellin.
Personnel is policy tis certainly true,
Bad people will undermine him anew,
One wrong choice,
Will silence his voice,
And Trump will get impeached, charged and a special prosecutor too.
You have to admire their gumption,
To cast such a net of presumption,
Put up a fight,
They must be right,
But it’s only based on an assumption.
There once was a government genocidal,
Proud of it though foolishly culturecidal,
Replace the unwanted,
They will not be daunted,
To save the world from the masses maniacal.
The elite are above the law,
They don’t follow it even at all,
Taxes for thee,
Benefits to me,
As they crash the economy into a wall.
It’s an interesting philosophical story,
Like a creation myth of the Maori,
It sounds unstoppable,
But isn’t really probable,
Because nothing can be discovered a priori.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
