Dear Friends,
Without an ID no one buys or sells,
We can vote on faith but nothing else,
So bow to the beast,
It was just released,
And accept the Mark or face Hells Bells.
There once was an elite who attacked the food supply,
Ever advancing never stopping and with a smile wry,
With plenty of gall,
And at the farmers uprising they couldn’t fathom why.
Intelligence isn’t a genetic vulture,
Nor is it an enlightened raptor,
It tends to a kind,
Because IQ is inculcated by culture.
Starmer’s gaslighting is truly epic,
Though the smell is lingering septic,
The idealist of idealists speaks,
A pragmatist makes the peace,
And Starmer’s nuclear war will be no picnic.
Democrat projection is astounding,
Making their hypocrisy resounding,
Pointing a finger at,
While three point back,
And confession through projection is hounding.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
