Dear Friends,
The scientists are so wicked smart,
They can make a nuclear reactor from a fart,
If the data doesn’t fit,
What to make of it,
So they chop and hew the data apart.
To question the elite may seem uncouth,
But atrocities are getting long in the tooth,
It may sound strange,
People do change,
When an open mind encounters the truth.
Labor may start a blue ribbon commission,
To understand their problematic transition,
They said with flare,
Look over there,
And now the British voter’s back is a pincushion.
There once was an elite in charge,
Who shilled a con immensely large,
The world’s at stake,
They said with a shake,
And made millions in the carbon arbitrage.
Elitists believe elitism is unstoppable,
Government force makes everything solvable,
They’re on our side,
Then openly lied,
We’d like to stop beating you but it’s just not possible.
There once was a man who lived in a cave,
He struggled with facts and couldn’t behave,
He said with a grin,
You can’t take me in,
And lived in the dark forever a knave.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
