Dear Friends,
Reporters are like Idi from Uganda,
Wearing a white tuxedo like a panda,
Truth is subjective,
Lies are cumulative,
And so journalism today is mere propaganda.
There once was a criminal Tim Walz,
He was a governor with plastic balls,
A truly stupid man,
From logic he ran,
As he perverted the powerful halls.
From the inside it looks like dystopia,
Our elites appear to have myopia,
But that’s a plant,
Now let’s chant,
Violent chaos is the path to utopia.
Well well looky here what do you know,
The corrupt are criminal and kind of slow,
Election fraud,
Oh how mod,
But Project Veritas exposed it five years ago.
Propagandists have no heart or ____,
Perverting institutions are their ____,
Creating ________,
In porcelain and plaster,
Hidden by a media with the brains of coal.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
