Dear Friends,
Rules are written in Arcanum,
That’s why politicians pan ’em,
It’s a dirty biz,
If you can’t beat ’em, ban ’em.
The elites shout lies from a steeple,
Their reputations ever more feeble,
And elections shows,
That the elite rule against the people.
Psychologists have written reams,
Pontificating about nothing it seems,
Caught in a falling bus,
Because the zeitgeist visits in our dreams.
Progressives are acting totally obsessed,
Obvious mental illness must be addressed,
Like chaos arranged,
And acting like they’re demon possessed.
They did it in Romania and now in France,
Proving law and politics are just a dance,
Given to extort,
Banning political foes by zealots in a trance.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
