Dear Friends,
There once was a President who created strife,
Of communists and fascists his cabinet was rife,
On precedent he spat,
Too arrogant for that,
And so FDR became a typical President for life.
This event is anything but quotidian,
Like a bad joke by a British comedian,
No food for you,
And so people detest the system utopian.
The corruptocrats need to cover their past,
For crimes against humanity deep and vast,
Exploiting lawfare,
And Trump is exposing the truth at last.
Hiding from the law the corruptocrats do hunker,
Using censorship and propaganda as a debunker.
Sipping merlot wine,
And spending their lives in an underground bunker.
If an economy can’t stand on its own,
It doesn’t help to keep giving it a loan,
There’s a lack of efficiency,
But where’s the deficiency,
It’s the regulatory structure and taxes to the bone.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
