Dear Friends,
Groupthink is the only way,
For a progressive to spend the day,
The experts agree,
Like a devotee,
And in the echo chamber stay.
Liars live in a state of constant fear,
For the truth may be drawing near,
So censor they must,
The narrative to trust,
Until we hoist them on their rear.
There once was a corrupt and sinister DOJ,
Serving the bad and like a dog’s Moon bray,
Has it gone too far,
Buff out the mar,
Only if a turd can be reformed back into a steak.
To think this is Biden’s fault is just wrong,
He’s a weakling, corrupt and goes along,
Not a free agent,
His mind is bent,
The real villain is the deep state and it’s throng.
Seems like the Brits are out of luck,
Their wheels spinning they’re well stuck,
Subhuman by law,
Elites hate you all,
And they’ve done it ’cause you have no pluck.
Plato was probably real nice,
But was he really all that wise,
True wisdom shows,
When a life is exposed,
Yet he fell into the hands of Dionysus the tyrant of Syracuse thrice.
You can tell when a President’s slated,
To change history and be fated,
For lack of a better rhyme,
To change the paradigm,
By how much the elite he’s hated.
Listen to these words and give them heft,
Of hearts the post modernists are bereft,
Power is their god,
From the land of Nod,
Because hypocrisy is a sacrament to the progressive left.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
