Dear Friends,
Tilling our Republic root and stem,
Roiling out hate with zero wisdom,
Distract rant and try,
It’s getting harder to deny,
They’re intentionally building the Beast system.
There once was a group of polymaths,
Forward thinking and forging new paths,
Willing to decide,
Who lives and dies,
But the truth is they’re just psychopaths.
British police are a grand slam,
Honest and diligent to a man,
Just honest folks,
Real good blokes,
Just ask the girls in Rotherham.
Settle down now don’t have a fit,
To the CCP a human is but a nit,
There’s money to be made,
Dealing in shade,
But sleep with a snake and get you’ll bit.
From a distance their actions may seem dotty,
Did they go out and get a spy or dump a body,
One thing we know,
Experience does show,
People hide when their doing something dodgy.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
