Dear Friends,
Oh the irony when those in power,
Blame the weak for making things sour,
It’s so very rich
The car’s in a ditch,
Because the drivers couldn’t see the road from their ivory tower.
Anyone who discovers the fountain of youth,
Better keep it secret or be considered uncouth,
Money’s at stake,
Your life they’ll take,
If you cure disease and that’s the truth.
The elite are obsessed with censorship and speech,
Conniving to limit other’s thoughts voice and reach,
Calling the truth all lies,
Cutting us down to size,
And everything they say fills our heads with bleach.
They created the virus in a lab,
Closed churches and told us to blab,
Banning debate,
This you must take,
And millions have perished from the jab.
There once was a mockingbird media,
Vetting their stories through Wikipedia,
No one trusts us,
They complained with disgust,
And reported about a cave diver with claustrophobia.
There once was a faction so dumb,
They lived in a absurd phantasm,
The progressive tart said,
You’re not right in the head,
And up her derriere was her thumb.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
