Dear Friends,
Poverty is a human sculptor,
Eating the lazy like a vulture,
But here’s the rub,
We’re products of,
Genes and beans but mostly of our culture.
The woke are tickled pink,
With fiery pants,
How to advance,
When you’re not allowed to think.
Physical strength matters not,
Intelligent design and wrought,
Won’t happen since,
If others control your speech they control your thought.
Trump will fix the world is a safe bet.
The deep state is denied an office pet,
The Middle East is settling,
Corruptocrats are rattling,
And he hasn’t even taken office yet.
The most dangerous people you can find,
Are those with an open and curious mind,
Endangering the narrative,
Taking on the initiative,
And realizing the narrative serves the malign.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
