Dear Friends,
Helping the downtrodden is only what’s fair,
Unless the guests return hope with despair,
Turning on their rescuer,
Like rats from a sewer,
Then it’s time to throw them out on their derriere.
We elite are quite few,
We’re better than you,
With a flick of our hair,
You become unaware,
And whatever we demand you do.
The Great British people have to pout,
Although they’re known for being stout,
As the economy to new lows delves,
They have to ask themselves,
What’ll happen when the Islamist’s welfare runs out?
Hucksters selling a pig in a poke,
They say the emergency’s no joke,
Drown will we all,
Else die in a fireball,
Unless we accept slavery’s yoke.
This may come as a bitter pill,
It’s one we must take anyway still,
Culture is what it is,
It’s not made of mist,
So if you don’t defend your own culture no one else will.
Believe the warmongers want peace,
The facts don’t support it in the least,
Lies long in the tooth,
To suppress this truth,
The elite never wanted peace in the middle East.
Democracy speaks in a voice loud,
Lulling us into a docile crowd,
But there is an elephant,
Public opinion is irrelevant,
As long as election fraud is allowed.
How better to demote an yeoman,
Then to claim they are a subhuman,
Others follow along,
Scared to be wrong,
Proving themselves beasts by actions inhuman.
It happens all the time,
Someone gets out of line,
Unlike poor Hunter,
A blind prosecutor,
There’s no statute of limitations for a thought crime.
Hillary is fat and she stinks,
I hear she likes a little kink,
Crooked as a spring,
The ugly obese thing,
And she’s the acme of a fink.
When bureaucracy is big as a whale,
You can count on a government fail,
Doing just as it likes,
Then disaster strikes,
It’s always government that caused the travail.
They simply can’t leave it to fate,
Power’s too important mate,
A lie for disguise,
It maybe unwise,
And everything the elite say is designed to manipulate.
Maintaining a full frontal assault,
Everything is white people’s fault,
That’s what they say,
Demagogue away,
Entertaining us with a mental somersault.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
