Dear Friends,
People like Stoltenberg sit on their haunch,
Shouting pouting and blowing on a conch,
Nuclear war you say,
He wants it today,
And he should be strapped to the first one they launch.
Ethics shame and morals are upturned,
The elite claim nationalism is adjourned,
Do as they wish,
Smelling of fish,
And ruling against the will of the governed.
There once was a socialist Flo,
She was pretty but a little slow,
Sleeping on Ikea,
Captured by an idea,
The acme of Eleanor Rigby she was though.
There’s nothing like dead weight bureaucracy,
Crushing innovation people and technology,
Lawfare is so very artful,
They said with their mouth full,
And government is really a corruptocracy.
There once was a faction that banned,
Everything they disliked out of hand,
Hypocrites and oligarchs,
Censoring from the dark,
And they’ve become the hegemonic faction in the land.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
