Dear Friends,
Globalism is a deadly disease,
Infecting whomever they please,
No perversion’s too much,
Progressivism is plague carried by fleas.
The idealists in the greens,
Say to do it by any means,
It’s a good plan,
Freezing people is good it seems.
One wants to ban political speech the other smut,
Both working to make the world better but,
One to protect their ids,
The other to protect kids,
Making one a hero and the other a hypocrite slut.
It’s easier for an oligarchy to point to a gnome,
Counting his evils and recording them in a tome.
But let’s not prevaricate,
Because the real problem is much closer to home.
Pandering to mental illness is now a thing,
The term obese trans Latin X has a nice ring,
They don’t know their race or gender,
And so huge they’re a floor bender,
So their praises the wokester elite do sing.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
