Dear Friends,
A government that stands in the way,
Of aid to folks in stress and disarray,
It does tend,
To be the enemy of humanity each and every day.
As long as it protected the narrative 230 was sacrosanct,
The courts protected it in the face of constitutional angst,
But it allows the weak,
To think and speak,
So the left’s support has been well and truly yanked.
There once was a faction of traitors,
As trustworthy as rabid gaters,
They rang a chime,
Bring us some wine,
And doing evil is in their natures.
Many think the politicians are elite,
Running states with tone and beat,
Though it does prove,
They’re not so smooth,
When people are voting with their feet.
There once was a faction globalist,
Their economics tended to fascist,
Command as they might,
When their new clothes turned out to be nudist.
Governments are crooked as a coil,
Putting our tax money out to spoil,
Corrupt as poop,
Don’t eat their soup,
And the elite have privilege while the rest of us toil.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
