Dear Friends,
Progressives just like to boast,
We’ll be scraped like burnt toast,
Unless we behave,
But we’re the knave,
Because they moved the goal post.
The real enemy of the left is meritocracy,
They prefer an omniscient bureaucracy,
So hear the call,
Like Thunderball,
And to get along give them your agency.
There once was an institution called Harvard,
With authority aplenty and the song of a bard,
But corruption took over,
Don’t roll in it red rover,
And now it’s stinks like a dead skunk in the yard.
There exists a philosophy of dour,
It’s the elite’s darling of the hour,
Nihilism insane,
Hopelessness inane,
As progressivism makes the whole world sour.
A swindler sounds confident and sincere,
They tie our hands but please don’t ____,
It’s a small _______,
With great authority,
Driven by a dark philosophy they hold ____.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
