Dear Friends,
There once was an oligarch from Brussels,
She had a beard chest hair and rippling muscles,
A Globalist at heart,
To help rid the world of Peter Pauls and Russels.
Governments that protect the predator
Using little girls to pay their creditor,
Are unjust you see,
And in truth are naught but a traitor.
No great change has been done without sway,
Doing nothing hands are tied and feet in clay,
You’re in a cage,
Because the sheep can’t vote the wolves away.
The Tories and Labour are peas in a pod,
Ruling the masses with an iron rod,
Will they win this time,
They think so as they claim to be a god.
Failure here failure there failure everywhere,
But you have to admit they do have a flair,
Then burn down the place,
Is rule by political favor and flaming hair.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
