Dear Friends,
The Stupid Elite…
Those residing at the acme,
Often eschew true reality,
Throwing down a saw,
Preferring a log,
To fell their very own tree.
Crime In NYC…
NYC had become a cesspool back then,
But Rudy drained the swamp fern to fen,
He cleaned up the crime,
Made NYC safe and fine,
And the progressives have made it a cesspool again.
The Legendary Dower Londoner…
Were Londoners always so cross,
Or is it a new thing that they’re a frost,
The old movies they were inviting,
And they said things quite exciting,
But now the culture has evolved to dross.
Dogs…
Proof that we are loved by God,
A companion friend and clod,
Angels in fur,
Never a cur,
But most of us call them a dog.
On Decolonization…
The logic of decolonization is thin,
It’s all about getting a political win,
Debating who’s truth is justice,
But what it all boils down to is,
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin.
Paxton Impeachment…
There were representatives in Texas,
Supposedly rock ribbed republican jackasses,
Looking for fame,
A RINO in name,
Impeaching him because to the corrupt Paxton is a menace.
Kamala…
There once was a veep named Harris,
Wearing fashions that came from Paris,
She said with a broad smile,
I’ll sleep with you for a while,
But remember it’s power that I cherish.
On Our Replacement…
Calm down there’s no need to panic,
Or running around like a frantic,
Everything’s fine,
Drink your wine,
And move to your new deck chair on the Titanic.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
