Dear Friends,
They’re not laid back so it’s not a toke,
They’re all keyed up blathering about woke,
Constant sniffles,
Tittering giggles,
That’s why I think the elite are all on coke.
Pedophilia seems to run through the elite,
Anyone with power and a big enough seat,
They run the show,
And what do you know,
Podesta, Epstein, and Diddy exposed it complete.
The elite instituted central authority to suit their fancies,
To create utopia, stop the wars and make us patsies,
It has a certain draw,
But there’s a flaw,
Wars aren’t started by janitors, tradesmen, or cabbies,
Exploiting a patsy’s sympathy is a hit,
Get the marks to pay the tab and tip,
A con within a con,
Now it’s all gone,
Because welfare will run out lickety split.
The bad seek power which corrupts the good,
This truth for centuries has been understood,
When we bow to a suit,
And play a tin flute,
We hand over our manacles to a man in a hood.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
