Dear Friends,
There once was a prosecutor who heard the call,
Of the deep state’s siren come one come all,
Watched the chart,
And exploited his authority to pervert the law.
It may be too early to boast,
But I think the democrats are toast,
Caught in a snare,
In self denial they cry try and roast.
Beware take care the British thought police are on the prowl,
Policing opinions jailing citizens and keeping the hours of an owl,
Says the legal beagle,
With enough hypocrisy to make even Pollyanna scowl.
The righteous indignation can’t be outgunned,
Enemies of the deep state must be shunned,
Hair’s on fire,
At losing their progressive globalist slush fund.
The narrative must be controlled big and small,
Shutting down anyone who has grit and gall,
Trump’s example,
Because he has broken the globalist’s thrall.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
