Dear Friends,
The elite’s machinations are bound to fail,
Though they grind their teeth gnash and wail,
A threat to democracy,
Elections can’t be free,
And if nothing else works they’ll send Trump to jail.
The elite bring us debacle for fame,
As the MIC rides the gravy train,
Fund the war,
Please some more,
To kill the next generation in Ukraine.
A side effect of our economic success,
Is the might that we did wrest,
We’re mental prisoners,
Running with scissors,
And failing at doing our best.
The people of Europe are starting to have a clue,
The elite have gone mad from sniffing ethyl glue,
The battle now starts,
For mind and hearts,
But will you replace the elite before the elite replace you?
There once was a generation deluded,
By adults and scumbags that colluded,
Dumbing kids down,
Making kids clowns,
And in the Lake of fire the scum will be included.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
