Dear Friends,
All the democrats do is attack,
Getting the world all out of whack,
The experts to trust,
But when they point at us,
Cowl cowl the fiends are on the prowl,
The fed its said keeps the hours of an owl,
Nary an ethic,
Minds lithic,
And the elite tell us to throw in the towel.
The elite are a bunch of clowns,
Their arrogance knows no bounds,
Say the wrong thing,
Wear a wrist wring.
And under the water there are many gurgling sounds.
Kamala is not and never a drone,
Laughing idiotically on the phone,
What’s the deal,
Chemicals to feel,
Because she’s addicted to adrenochrome.
The elite will not hesitate to take us to task,
Of bile and vile they have a ready flask,
Outrage can be found,
Double standards abound,
Remember the rodeo clown who wore an Obama mask?
When confronted by a villain with a Knife,
Many people in fear run for their life,
But if amassed we’d start,
To turn and rip them apart,
That would quickly put an end to the strife.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
