Dear Friends,
The elite can solve all our problems sectarian,
Implementing their ideas wise and utilitarian,
And listen to them,
The trouble is their solutions are totalitarian.
Conservatives in name only as the country fidgets,
Labour and Tories are basically the same tickets,
Though its a bitter pill,
But if my cat had kittens in the oven I wouldn’t call em biscuits.
A fallacy is confusing cause and effect,
Focusing on one the other we reject,
So we never arrive,
At the beehive,
And fly around lost till we meet with a net.
While Lunatic Fringe was being written,
The lunatic elites had become smitten,
With globalism’s glow,
Apparently Red Ryder saw what was hidden.
When corruption is proved by preemptive pardon,
While their political enemies are tied up in jargon,
Those are Hells Bells,
Unless rooted out the lakes will dry and sky’s darken.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
