Dear Friends,
The paradox of power isn’t a quack,
Elites’ inept rule and then an attack,
History’s glue,
One thing’s true,
Leftists voters they stab in the back.
The hypocrisy of the left is just amazing,
Lying with a smile staring and gazing,
Lacking a soul,
Or dark as coal,
And a monument to Baal they are raising.
An honest virtuous judge once sighed,
Ruling in law justice and people thrived,
But that’s not it,
I have to admit,
There are no honest virtuous judges I lied.
Many are stymied when starting a team,
The world is against them it would seem,
But people are people,
Shaped like a steeple,
Because in this world politics is supreme.
Your loyalty will be paid with strife,
By lying demons with swindles ____,
Abetted by the _____,
Of dread Voldemort,
And politics is how they run your ____.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
