Limericks

Dear Friends,

There once was a senator shrill,
She came across as a bitter pill,
Ranting away,
A donkeys’ bray,
With her hand in big pharma’s till.

Migrant workers undercut our wages,
As the deadly fentanyl crisis rages,
The elite don’t care,
Aliens on welfare,
And H1-b visas are a con for the ages.

Nations are run by men in mustaches,
Busy little egoists in golden sashes,
Wearing a tin pot,
Powerful despot,
Who’ll burn it down to rule over the ashes.

The spurious old argument of atheism,
The universe is structured idealism,
The scientists are behoovin,
If randomness were proven,
It would be the end of materialism.

A political crony once lived in a __________,
She held all the good workers for __________,
A pageant _________,
Lobster for _________,
And atheism she found so very __________.

Sincerely,
John Pepin