Dear Friends,
The idols of the elite are self-serving,
The wants of the people unnerving,
But here’s the rub,
It’s a sinking sub,
Rationalized by logic that’s curving.
Leftists dawdle watching tic tok,
Accepting their opinions ad hoc,
An arrogant mess,
No self-awareness,
Now they’ve become a laughing stock.
Institutions often have some charm,
Inculcating rote like a schoolmarm,
A political link,
Making us think,
Medicine is now a propaganda arm.
There once was a prosecutor named Jack,
He’s a political pit bull ever on the attack,
A real nit wit,
Total hypocrite,
And when he points a finger three point back.
Idols of the tribe have no _____,
As absurdity makes itself _____,
Institutions __________,
History re-edited,
And staffed by people toxic.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
