Dear Friends,
The elites have gone stark raving mad,
Crazy as hatters they titter and laugh,
Debacle and disaster,
Coming faster and faster,
Expecting us to believe their mental acrobats.
The British elite have had it mate,
They’re not leaving it up to fate,
Import a new culture,
A circling vulture,
Because they seek an end to the nation state.
Shut downs and stimulus are a recipe,
For economic turmoil to last a century,
Inflation amok,
It’s in the trunk,
Because the gate to utopia is entropy.
Corruption always comes from the top,
Once started it drips down drop by drop,
Corruptocrats rule,
Law is a tool,
Polluting a nation until it becomes a flop.
They’re giving us poverty chaos and strife,
Our existence kept on the edge of a knife,
What’s more,
Nuclear war,
But one thing they’re still selling is the slut life.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
