Limericks

Dear Friends,

Numbers may not lie,
But the BLS sure does try,
Snowden’s blurt,
Political dirt,
Because the deep state is so sly.

The heartless are an efficient lot,
Always on time and on the dot,
Eggs are replaceable,
Rights are defaceable,
And they’ll end up in a place that’s hot.

There once was an inventor sure,
His ideas pleasant intentions pure,
But physics is a bastard,
One we haven’t mastered,
And in that unknown there is a lure.

There once was a firm called Alphabet,
Toward totalitarianism they were set,
A malevolent bunch,
With an evil hunch,
But in the end their evil they will regret.

When truth depends on a ________,
Pushed at a scoundrel’s prerogative,
Standing on innovators,
Riding on ________,
And so lies fraud and theft are ________.

Sincerely,
John Pepin