Dear Friends,
Democrats chant fight fight fight,
Meeting in rooms lit by gaslight,
Step in line,
They’re doing fine,
And the foe is deemed evil by sight.
There’s a crowd of elitist drifters,
Egoist entitled private jet grifters,
They said eating cake,
As they handed cash to their abettors.
There once was a culture caustic,
Claiming to be fair and agnostic,
Like burrs on suitcases,
And Eleanor Rigby’s now autistic.
The ivory towers are quite a sight,
Gleaming in the dark lit by gaslight,
Looking down his chin,
The elite said with a grin,
You look like ants from this height.
First they ply you with hugs,
Then with dangerous drugs,
Don’t wail,
They can always make us eat bugs.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
