Dear Friends,
Backstabbers…
Our elites are people exceptionally fine,
Discerning Merlot from Bordeaux wine,
Instead of draining the swamp,
They’re living in pomp,
And stabbing us in the back the whole time.
Political Power…
The government outlaws a flower,
If caught they will punish you and glower,
It’s for your own good,
Now bend over you hood,
But in truth its all about political power.
British Elections…
It shouldn’t’ come as news,
That labor takes you as fools,
They lie and connive,
To control all our lives,
Proving their voters are tools.
Unlimited Power…
Your protestations are cute,
Keep playing that broken flute,
Your Rights are hemmed in,
The people can’t win,
Because only the State’s power is absolute.
Budget…
They’ve had all year to do their job,
Instead they acted the slob,
Gorging at the buffets,
Instead of passing budgets,
Now we have an emergency they’re out of squab.
Elections…
Power begets power and more,
It goes to the very core,
Democracy is an act,
Because of this fact,
Elections matter not if the elite chose who you can vote for.
Election Fraud…
Trump is ahead in the polls,
And Biden is hated by droves,
Imagine our surprise,
When on election night,
Biden wins again by a nose.
Fourth Turning…
The world is now burning,
That’s something we’re learning,
Unless the heroes speak
We’ll continue the losing streak,
Because we’re in a fourth turning
Sincerely,
John Pepin
