Dear Friends,
When a grift is threatened beware,
Their cronies will crow and care,
Olsen’s law,
Human flaw,
And a monster will emerge from its lair.
There once was an august institution called UNT,
A bastion of high learning and ever wasted by tea,
With Satanic courses,
Taught by red horses,
And were baffled as their funding went out to sea.
The ethical question that always smothers,
With a stake some would have their druthers,
The powerful debate,
With our lives at stake,
Are some people’s lives worth more than others?
A bug can kill and destroy one’s fate,
But only a god can build and create,
If killing demonstrates power,
Then Gate’s definition is sour,
Making his cronies just bugs that hate.
The elites are a self-interested ___,
They’re also stupid that’s quite ____,
Ruthless with __,
A murdering cuss,
Without discernment empathy or a clue.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
