Limericks

Dear Friends

While some shrivel others thrive,
A few can barely even survive,
Chasing mist,
Then resist,
That it all boils down to gumption and drive.

There’s a fantasy life in each of our ids,
Striving to come out when we were kids,
But life’s a wet blanket,
Instead of a banquet,
And the wise only see them with closed eye lids.

Centralized anything eventually goes bad,
Penetrated usurped and twisted by fad,
It seemed a good plan,
They got the wrong man,
Or is it centralizing itself that is the real cad?

What is a gain in the accounting catalog,
On an asset that’s inflation’s analogue,
You paid taxes yearly,
The money came dearly,
So calling it a capital gain takes an ideologue.

An individual is a complete part,
The unit that pulls the whole _______,
Crush us at your _______,
Collapsing the big ________,
Making the elite smell like a ______.

Sincerely,
John Pepin