Dear Friends,
The payola press is a joke,
Still dazed by the last toke,
Lie at a fast rate,
Then self immolate,
So sit back and watch with a smoke.
The blind can’t see the signs,
Thinking they have open minds,
Broke another seal,
So how do we deal,
With the people of the End Times.
The siren call of power is unstoppable,
To stop evil and punish the corruptible,
But swimming in a sewer,
Doesn’t make one smell newer,
It saturates you with corruption palpable.
Marcuse from a Bacon’s cave did look,
At a speck of life that he did forsook,
The evil consumer,
A Baby Boomer,
And it’s the best of life from us he took.
There once was an ideologically captured ______,
Making posters rioting with _____ ______,
Saying with a ________,
I’m smart as a _________,
And set fire to _______ _______ ________.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
