Dear Friends,
There once was a corruptocrat named Comey,
His morals and ethics were always a bit phony,
His perjury proud,
And everyone knows he belongs in the pokey.
The administrative state is doomed to fail,
A growing dead weight in the nation’s pail,
A terrible sight,
Because it’s despotism’s dog wagging tail.
The elite daily prove Thrasymachus was right,
Justice is a tool of those with villainous might,
With IKEA directions,
Is like the blind controlling those with sight.
Elections are supposed to be a rubber stamp,
For the elite’s demands not an off ramp,
They didn’t pay you to riot,
Because slaves have no say in any camp.
The coordination is shocking tis true,
Paid for rioters without a single clue,
Shouting rhetoric,
The money comes from me and you.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
