Dear Friends,
The elite work hard and they toil,
To pass off as other than a boil,
lie as they might,
Truth is a light,
And it’s hard to be straight when your crooked as a coil.
They say only the good die young,
Or that’s the way the song is sung,
Life is temporary,
Serve the adversary,
And knowing their destination to life have they clung.
Europe is digging itself a hole,
A magnet drawing in the flow,
Open the doors wide,
Then divert and vilify,
And the solution is to ban immigrants from the dole.
It starts with obsessive classification,
Separating us by extraction and persuasion,
Confuse left from right,
Push darkness not light,
As the elite guide us into doomsday by manipulation.
Collapse of society comes from the top,
The elite are as crazy as Corn Pop,
Up is now down,
They’re all clowns,
And the insanity from our betters has to stop.
Once you’ve lost in the competition of opinion,
Silencing and outlawing becomes a condition,
If democracy doesn’t serve,
Outlaw it as absurd,
So the privileged can permanently maintain their position.
Add more flesh to the fire,
400,000 dead starts the pyre,
Kill them all,
Until we fall,
So elite can live in the utopia they desire.
The elite the administrative state like to boost,
Despite the want and despotism it’s produced,
Regulate and tax is a mire,
The State’s budget is on fire,
Now the chickens have come home to roost.
Democrats have spines that are stout,
A foot in the gutter they’ll fight it out,
Democracy’s at stake,
But for heaven’s sake,
Can there be enough election fraud to pull it out?
Sincerely,
John Pepin
