Dear Friends,
Filthy perverts atop a white horse,
Charging down unwanted discourse,
Confession through projection,
Showing kids too much affection,
And be careful not to expose those syphilis sores.
I thought this was a debunked conspiracy theory,
It now makes me suspicious tense and leery,
If they lied about this,
What else is amiss,
And what other debunked ideas must now see inquiry?
Factions who think censorship is cool,
Are clearly seeking unlimited rule,
Cede your right,
With hair alight,
And they’ll reduce you to a mindless tax mule.
There was an agency to facilitate innovation,
Instead it practiced politics and created division,
They said with good cheer,
Here hold my beer,
As they smothered America’s best shot at a sci fi vision.
If you’re wise you’ll watch yourself,
Doing good things like a little elf,
Those who do bad,
Will end up sad,
Because evil always destroys itself.
Of ethics morals and empathy they are bereft,
In matters of politics though they carry heft,
January to December,
One thing to remember,
Always beware the authoritarian left.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
