Dear Friends,
Absurdity created by the elite idealist,
Crushing their enemy the pragmatist,
He said as a quip,
We shouldn’t stop it,
Which are the words of an accelerationist.
There once was a dame from Wellington,
With front teeth that gave her distinction,
She ordered with a grin,
But couldn’t reach her front teeth with her tongue.
Democrat fraud may not work this time,
When it did denying an election was a crime,
It was wrong yesterday,
But now the elite say,
If we don’t win we can turn on a dime.
There once was a guy named Maher,
He claimed to be woke and aware,
Pretending to be tough,
Saying I’ll leave in a huff,
But in truth no one really does care.
The British taxpayer will sing joyously,
Knowing their money went across the sea,
To shill for a loser,
A sloppy boozer,
While the boats keep a coming endlessly.
It’s astonishing to regular folks,
It’ll be the brunt of future jokes.
Trump was attacked,
The story was sacked,
Like Russian collusion but not a hoax.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
