Limericks

Dear Friends,

Some folks have a violent bent,
Like driving a car into a tent,
They fill their cup,
But it’ll catch up,
And prison awaits that angry gent.

The ivory tower’s wrath is well renowned,
An echo chamber without a sound,
She’s just better,
An elite jet setter,
And dancing on us in an evening gown.

The law has strange and distorted shapes,
But law is pressed from wrathful grapes,
It serves the few,
So how good gets through,
Is blackmailing judges with the Epstein tapes.

Elites are singing the post nationalist song,
Provoking violence with a dash of wrong,
Now that the truth,
Is long in the tooth,
We find that Hegel was right all along.

There once was a corrupt elite named _______,
Who hated us all ________ a ________,
Connived in the _____,
In a pleasant ______,
And that corruptocrat ended up in the _______.

Sincerely,
John Pepin