Dear Friends,
There’s a time reason and place for a law,
Not for every nuisance that comes along,
But the truth is mate,
It’s violence by the State,
And it’s overuse dulls it like an old saw.
There once was a communist named Bernie,
Attacking the evil rich throughout his journey,
He shouted at the fawn,
Stay off my lawn,
And went back into his mansion on the inland sea.
There once was a government opaque,
They told starving people to eat cake,
The despot said,
Stay in bed,
As we split up the political take.
No modern woman wants to be a mere wife,
They are told to want a glamorous slut life,
No diapers to change,
Plastic surgery rearrange,
To eventually play Elinor Rigby on the fife.
The execs at Disney must be bumming,
We can hear the head hunter’s drumming,
There’s still a chance,
In the legal dance,
Because you can bet the shredders are humming.
The British elite have always despised the rest,
WWI was a crime against humanity and a test,
The elite failed it bad,
They’re stark raving mad,
And took it out on those of us that were the best.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
