Dear Friends,
It’s not going as the brainiacs planned,
Their numbers are the waving of hand,
They might be slow,
Because you know,
That prices are set by supply and demand.
There once was a philosopher smart,
His ideas generally came ala carte,
He thought so deep,
His mind would creep,
And his ideas often smelled like a fart.
The swindlers are ringing the alarm bells,
Pointing at fear and exposing their tells,
A profitable gig,
A sly little pig,
And they do it because terror sells.
There once was a great one who saved mankind,
A sinless man stumbling stone and a rare find,
He died on a cross,
He could have been boss,
But his humanity and godliness made him too kind.
The stupid think there gods of a ____,
Dunning and Kruger not in their ____,
Distracting us for fate,
But we’ll have to ____,
For the new Eden promised to mankind.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
