Dear Friends,
There once was a scam so large,
It offended the man in charge,
Stealing from the rabble,
To build a tower of babel,
A treasure like a flaming garbage barge.
The clot shot should belay your fears,
Never mind those rivers of tears,
You should trust,
Why the rush,
Because the data won’t be released for years.
There once was a nation of grifters,
Clever and smarmy GDP sifters,
First there were few,
Their numbers grew,
Until they became the majority of voters.
There once was a faction of crime,
They lived by gall grift and grime,
A lying bunch,
Here’s a hunch,
They really should be doing time.
Waste is the goal of elite _________,
Manipulating us like good handlers,
A crony’s ____,
Without any shame,
And free as a bird despite being ________.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
