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Law and Disorder

By Cliff Lake
  Law and Disorder   They assemble outside the bench, These carrion crows eager, Squawking their ugly cries, In service to the vulture silenced, Who would have them, At the next meal. Once they proudly stood, Behind shield and service, And honor bound in blue… Now they believe in the law, That is unto themselves, And may be discarded at need. Mouthing argument contrary to evidence, Alleging ideas unsupported by statute, Must we trust these yet, To legislate in good faith? These servile, Underlings to a base delinquent, These are to establish just rule? They are an oxymoron in practice. They reveal their desire: Lawless authority, Reckless domination, Tyranny. So, they defend the brute, That they wish they could be. Cowards all. They speak against the laws, Their party once praised before all else, And become transparent, Easily seen, No more smoke, Just the mirrors, That reflect their duplicity. They assemble outsi
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The Evercycle

By Cliff Lake
  The Evercycle   Amassed in the imperfect void, Imperfect, for they are within. They await the evercycle, And their return.   Their slow confinement shall cease, And they shall descend on Man, With promise of ancient terror – Retribution for daring to live.   Gods they were, and gods they are, Cast out or cast aside, What does it matter? Here in the endless reaches they have hated.   Here the evercycle turns, As it does in all Creation, And though they have naught of patience, Still, they have waited.   How their imps have slipped the curtain, They know not, Nor have they occasion to care, It is enough to see the disruption.   They have seen that turmoil, The anticipated spiraling descent, The apathy of Man, As the Faithful have grown few.   For they have been watching, O, they have watched long and long. And they calculate the weaknesses, And they make plan.   The evercycle turns, And the barrier will be thru
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Congratulations, Hannibal Lecter!

By Cliff Lake
  Congratulations, Hannibal Lecter!   Congratulations, Dr. Lecter, We wish you all the best. You truly are the best selecter, To choose a dinner guest.   And what about the mighty Sauron? His praises we will sing! Even though less water trickles, To make his bathtub Ring.   Let’s not forget dead Cthulhu, He’s dead and dreaming still. Probably he died of cancer, From dangerous windmills.   We must honor Dracula, With great impunity! Being that he’s dead already, He’s got immunity!   And don’t we just love Pennywise? One of Maine’s greatest prides. He can help us to surmise, There’s good people on both sides.   Yes, let us celebrate these mighty ones, And how strong they make us look! We take pride they’re on our side… Whadda ya mean they’re just from books?   Cliff Lake 5/14/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Rogues

By Cliff Lake
  Rogues   They gather secluded, To plot and end, Tyranny they had hand in enacting, Now too grievous, Too pervasive, And becoming bloody. Rogues they are, But valiant enough, When the wolves are howling, Too close to the fences. Little trust is found among them, Or might be in wholesome times, But ravers are in the Ministry, And the maniac holds court, So, enmity is put aside: Comrades in desperation. Now they speak on dangerous things, Plans and contingencies, Tactics and strategies, Proposals, schemes, methods, Tricks, if needed. All the while, Hoping tenuous trust, Is not prelude to treachery. For these times have taught, That fear may turn any acquaintance, Into a rat bent on survival, Or a viper intent on advancement. So here is the uneasy tryst, Where there is hope, That no one gets screwed. The conclave ends, No handshakes here, The steady eye is more secure. They slip into the night, So that they may sav
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Conspire Required

By Cliff Lake
  Conspire Required   No one really knows just how I feel inside. Half my information is twisted and cockeyed. My psyche evaluation I think I can confide: Tried to feed my brain worm but it’s gone and died.   I’m feeling so much better since I quit sniffing glue. I’m feeling so much smarter since I joined the queue. I feel my understanding has now really grew, After I quit bothering to think things through and through.   What I really need is conspiracy! I’ll never know that ignorance is feeding me. Can’t understand what you say to me, Government control and my gun makes three, What we need in here is conspiracy.   If I don’t understand it, then there is some big plan, By the men in black; it’s so goddam underhand. Which new products should be secretly banned, And do I still need to keep my testicles tanned?   So much information that I need to ignore, So many covert pamphlets in my underwear drawer. Am I the only one that really knows
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Wormy

By Cliff Lake
  Wormy   Bobby Junior does not try to hide, Gleefully he does confide, About the worm that got inside, Where it starved and then it died.   O Bobby K, will you eat some more? Will into your brain they bore? What tales will you have in store? These yarns you spin we just adore!   Bobby K, sounding so wormy. Conspiracies going all squirmy. Might be due for taxidermy. Bobby K has gotten wormy.   Marjorie stances so infirm: Cannot see beyond the short-term. Speaker Johnson reconfirmed, Marjorie is just a worm.   The House moves on appliances, In support of their oil alliances. Never mind the warning of sciences, The energy worms squirming defiances.   House Gop, acting so wormy. Conspiracies going all squirmy. Might be due for taxidermy. The House GOP has gotten wormy.   Cliff Lake 5/9/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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The Venomist

By Cliff Lake
  The Venomist   She seethes. A poisoned flower, Her homage lures the unsuspecting. Yet she seethes. Sly eyed beneath the adulation, The plotting roils, A simmer of ego long damaged. The royal “We” injected, She brooks no challenge, To assumed authority. An elevation appropriated, Rising on the warmest airs. And she seethes. Conflated argument proposed, The double-down follows quickly. A verification errored often, The miscued validation, Volume is a requisite, Restate, rehash, replay: Irritation on offense. Insecurity sharpens her fangs, Venoms carefully curated, Delivered, Then the outraged retreat, Princess of victimization. No flower then, but viper, The ambush attack dependent on camouflage, On the disarming word. Litigant-in-waiting, Making pretty noises, And coiling for the strike. She seethes… Watch your ass.   Cliff Lake 5/8/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Quid Pro No

By Cliff Lake
  Quid Pro No   Hello Mr. Johnson, we hear from you again, We wondered where you might have been. And what really what went on when, You visited the Palm Beach playpen.   It really looked like you did not stoop low, That you would not simply cave and follow. But it seems like all the rest you’re a domino, You got yourself involved in a quid pro quo.   Down to Dimlyworld did you go, For some give and take we shouldn’t know, Grant a little bill just for show, Then close ranks: the quid pro quo.   Holding the defendant on high, We see now how you comply. To usher in Church and State you try, And knowingly watch democracy die.   So now your hand you early show, Your chips are thrown, all in you go. You claim the light, but choose shadow, Is this just for spite, your quid pro quo?   Down to Dimlyworld did you go, For some give and take we shouldn’t know, Grant a little bill just for show, Then close ranks: the quid pro quo.   C
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Shiny

By Cliff Lake
  Shiny   He did not often wonder, At the sum of his life, There was no need, He accumulated. Once, he collected friends, But promises are cheap, Or are not meant to be kept, Or are simply forgotten, And circumstance intervenes. His friends grew less, or, Grew away, or, Were less than friendly. Such is life, Such is time, And who can explain either? So, He accumulated. He acquired things. Many were of value, Others were of memory redolent, Unmarketable, And yet dear. Uncatalogued, They suffered permanent arrangement, Suffuse with subjective situation, Patterned for only one recognition, Yet not disorderly. Crowded collection, It was tended. His days became a shuffle of cleaning, A dustman in dotage. There were moments. Memories lit by a sunbeam, Times of a deepening past illuminated. Then, On a day, He let go, Passing into the long sleep. Not many days after, He was found among his clutter. Everything w
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Kristi Clear

By Cliff Lake
  Kristi Clear   Keep on stirring up the wrath, Keep muddying information. Traveling down the psycho path, Wanting to infect a nation. Push the vote down the wrong track, Keep up the agitation. Put your people on the psycho path, Insuring our damnation.   Governing the low riffraff, So many below your station. The written word; such a gaffe, Writing of a retaliation. Publishing your epitaph, So full of implication. Run full tilt on the psycho path, Away from that dogged fixation.   “Conserving freedom”, what a laugh, The people’s rights your predation. Only working on your behalf, Leaving voters in frustration. Treating lives like they’re chaff, Surprised at our indignation. You’re too far down the psycho path, Look at your career’s cessation.   Cliff Lake 4/30/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Garden of the Queen's Pleasure

By Cliff Lake
  Garden of the Queen's Pleasure   The Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, Where the tapestries are spread, Here you may take your leisure, Or a man may lose his head.   In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, Many questions will be asked. And tea is served that loosens tongue, Many truths are then unmasked.   In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, The courtiers eyes are hard. They act instant on her whim, You must be on your guard.   From the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, You may not make it through, A dozen men had entered once, But came out only two.   In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, Your loyalty is dear. One misstep or the wrong word, Will be met with tip of spear.   In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, Many men there do swing. Survive the Queen altogether, You may be brought before the King.   In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure, Many tapestries are spread. Here is taken you
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Pieces of Blue

By Cliff Lake
  Pieces of Blue   Two paths that both lead away, One is light, the other gray. But in the moment, Who can say? Wandering off to be astray.   Taking too long one way to choose. A series of sad and bad miscues. But in the moment, Obscured views, Wandering off to gradually lose.   Pieces of another time, Pieces that were left behind. A peace perhaps I never knew, I fall to pieces when I think of you…   A life of memories amassed, Some best left long in the past. But in this moment, A dark contrast, The peace I left has now long passed.   Pieces of another time, Pieces that were left behind. A peace perhaps I never knew, I fall to pieces when I think of you…   Cliff Lake 4/28/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Almost

By Cliff Lake
  Almost    When the dark descends, And he can blend in, That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’. Just slightly off-pace, One step out of place, He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.   He’s not quite fashionable, Or following trends, He has his ways, And he doesn’t unbend. He listens a lot, And tells less than he knows. A friend and a stranger, Both more and less than you suppose.   When the dark descends, And he can blend in, That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’. Just slightly off-pace, One step out of place, He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.   Who is this wanderin’ in? He was here and gone. A face from another when, Who wandered in, then on. Someone that you almost touched, But slipped away like mist. A faded memory, That somehow still persists.   When the dark descends, And he can blend in, That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’. Just slightly off-pace, One step out of place, He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.   He
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The Wood

By Cliff Lake
  The Wood   His feet carry him into the wood, As they had yesterday, As they had so often and again. He did not know what had been lost, He did not know if it would be found again. Fairie glamour, or dream, or both, That guide his steps, To carry him Into the wood. Here he may catch a passing scent, Or a glimmer just past the eye, And faint laughter mischievous, Though something less than petty. Here he had found… Something… Someone… For a day perhaps, Or many nights, So unclear why he drifts Into the wood.   Daily she watches, He wanders these days, Lost to her, Or to himself. Once she caught his eye, And still he catches hers, Most days at least, When she sees him, When he remains in town, And has not yet stumbled Into the wood. She knows not what he seeks, As he does not know, But her heart is certain He will find more than he needs, In her eyes, In her arms, In a life that is theirs, Where she is now
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The Cargo

By Cliff Lake
  The Cargo   The captains’ burden plagued him, Though much silver had crossed the palm, A cargo unspoke betrayed him, Yet they must be sailing on.   His thought oft turned to that below, And heroic rescue schemes. But captain was his duty so, He turned away from these dreams.   But nightly did his mission need, To serve in obligation, For more than pay must he now heed, Or be doomed to his damnation.   For in the secret hold below, A temptation far too sweet. And in her eyes her sorrow too, That this way they should meet.   For she was of the royal sort, And promised to a king. And must be borne to foreign court, To stave off war’s red sting.   But here they’d found on open sea, Their hearts would speak to each. But promises made for the peace: A gulf too far to breach.   The captain’s burden flayed him, He hoped the wind may die, Just one more day of sailing, And gaze in her loving eye.   The harbor lies before
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The Reading

By Cliff Lake
  The Reading   The solemn company rides, The distance between villages, Grows greater with every passing year, Though none can say why. They carry the records, The great tome, Though only one among them, Has the skill to discern its meaning, For though highly esteemed, What use have hunters and herdsmen, For that arcane art? Still, some with the aptitude are found, Fostered, For some writings are survived, And new ones made, If slowly, and only by a few. The scribe among them, Is closely guarded, His letters young yet, And his sword but newly held. Tomorrow marks his first Reading, And he practices from his slate, Scratching the marks over and again, The low murmur of his art their only sound, For their beasts feet are muffled. They dare not announce their presence, As the Sheriffs are busy elsewhere, And bandits have been reported near to here. But they will dare this passage, Though dark has descended on the world, And
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This House is a Mess

By Cliff Lake
  This House is a Mess   Hey there House MAGA, Are you feelin’ far-right? Why do your enemies, Nazi the light?   We know you’re just proud, boys, Fighting the good fight, Aryan’t you just trying, To keep America white?   Hey they there House MAGA, Why are you Russian around? Don’t let these Dems keep, Putin you down.   Why K, K, Kant They leave you in peace? Don’t know why they think, They’re the Fascism police…   So proud you’re able to Keep your Patriot Front. Even if you have to Follow some miserable… person.   Seems like so many, Want to replace you, So, my House MAGA, What Klan you do?   What Klan you do? Can’t fly the coup, Woke just won’t do, What Klan you do?   Cliff Lake 4/24/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Secret Dance

By Cliff Lake
  Secret Dance   Garishly plumed and conveniently bulging, They advance upon the wallets in attendance, The promise of fleshy delights unspoken, Served up in three-minute intervals. This is a street corner named “Politics”, Where the pimps have names like “Senator” and “CEO”. The venue is cleaner, But the rules are the same. Outside, alligators prowl the golf course, With names like “Bob from Sales” and “VP”, Intent on sloppy seconds, Or maybe a video from a bathroom stall. In the main room, A prince wanders through, Or perhaps he’s a sheik, It matters not, Tonight the choices are his to make, Honored guest, And bankroll. His ears are on high alert, Listening for insult, That he may pluck the fruit, And pay nothing. But the wallets smile graciously, And the dresses writhe invitingly, And he may need To make agreement after all, But the rewards could be great, If the pigs can deliver. It is an old game, And he has won man
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Mistakes

By Cliff Lake
Mistakes   Running around with a dangerous crowd, The delirious, the destructive, the loud. Nabbed up, grabbed up, shut in the clink, Time for a change, whadda ya think?   Now on the stand your voice will quake, “Sorry your Honor, my mistake.” And then you get out and back to your boys, But a mistake made more than once is a choice.   A mistake made all the time is a choice, Don’t give me that fake apology noise. Do it again and your virtue voids, A mistake made more than once is a choice.   Man, human, building as fast as you can, Making lots of things later banned. But you keep making ever more dangerous toys, The mistakes you’ve made have been a choice.   A mistake made all the time is a choice, Don’t give me that fake apology noise. The sorrows of earth we sing just annoys, A mistake made more than once is a choice.   Why must we be so very competitive? The burning and churning gets more repetitive, A spiral we dance ever fa
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A Vile Sat

By Cliff Lake
  A Vile Sat   What trials you at the last? What examination comes? What analysis of deeds unwanted, What probe may make you undone?   Just take your seat now, you vile! This is the reward well deserved. Watch as you are now revealed, Your unmasking is now well observed.   This payment conceived in denial, Avenues closed one by one, Which abandoned are invited against you? You must pay the final sum.   A stripping away of the layers, Unseemly deeds are now spoke. The record of your violations, Are exposed from the mirrors and smoke.   Where will you find your salvation, Some glove that will not fit, What miracle revelation, Will keep justice from being submit?   You cry foul! to the heavens, But who will hear your refrain? Your chorus is only static now, Few minions to hear still remain.   This is the end now, pimple, Carbuncle, cancer and wart, And end to your suffered leeching, No more will you justice thwart.  
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The Three Toe Stumble

By Cliff Lake
  The Three Toe Stumble   Here comes Marge, motion in hand, No real support, but she will grandstand. They once followed but now they bail, Poor widdle Marjorie, doomed to fail.   Hear her yellin’ about space lasers, She ain’t satisfied with Texas razors. She hates it when you’re behind Ukraine, She won’t be happy until nuclear rain.   Marjorie, Marjorie, talk that jumble! Marjorie, don’t you see, you should be humble! Marjorie, all your plans do crumble, You’re tryin’ to dance, but you Three-Toe Stumble!   Now which amendment do we throw out? The ones you want just make me doubt, That you have any clue what you talk about, And face it Marge, you got no clout.   Marjorie will bitch, whine, and scream, Cuz she can’t further Putin’s scheme. She says Johnson’s on the street, Marjorie, just accept defeat!   Marjorie, Marjorie, talk that jumble! Marjorie, don’t you see, you should be humble! Marjorie, all your plans do crumble, You
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A Juncture

By Cliff Lake
  A Juncture   You have arrived to this moment, Involuntary enrollment. Life brings you here without your leave, An hour you did not conceive.   A time that’s never been before, You cannot know what is in store. A chance to reconfigure dreams, To move beyond generic themes.   Or you may remain in stasis, Comfortability’s oasis. Stay behind the closed door, Never the sky to soar.   Fall into a routine’s trance, Thinking nothing left to chance. Until you are changed radic’ly, Brought on by calamity.   A left turn come all unforeseen, No more is life that evergreen, Darkness on you may descend, None of us may see all ends.   Life will always play its trick, Though you are walled in by brick. So why not take the step unknown, Throw off the boredom so ingrown.   You have arrived to this moment, Involuntary enrollment. Life brings you here without your leave, It’s up to you what you achieve.   Cliff Lake 4/21/2024 Co
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Mr. Void

By Cliff Lake
  Mr. Void   Looking out the window, Watching the children laugh, But not hearing, Separated and excluded, Through studious disaffection, The color drains, And leaves an empty. Click on the TV, To dispel the nothing, With noise, And forced hues, Vapid humor, Retold drama, And motion and, The ads come on, To sell you something empty. Something to fill a corner, But inanimate, Cold, Soulless and dead, Empty. Turn to the device, Full of words, And easy pictures, Loud and loud, And loudly proclaimed, Promising everything, Producing nothing, Coming up empty. Now you join the frantic chorus, Repeat the phrases, March the marches, Wave the signs, Affect nothing, No need for thought, Being empty. Someone logics you, They make their point, They have their thoughts, They have the facts, And point to proof, And you screech and moan, To try to make them appear empty. But they have thoughts, That are their o
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Bye, Guy

By Cliff Lake
  Bye, Guy   Who sneaks into the DMs, Who is stalking the profile? Who hasn’t got a single friend, Who’s only posting bile?   Vitriol and garbage, Spilling from its sty, Introducing you to: The ugly reply guy.   Reply guy, the spy guy, Thinking he’s a sly guy. It’s just your “Help me!” cry, guy. Deny guy, bone-dry guy, Lonelier with every try, guy.   Jumping conversations, Shouts words that don’t apply. Has no invitations, He muscles in, but why?   Everyone has seen one, Sometimes in a drive-by, Please don’t ever be one, Don’t be that reply guy.   Reply guy, missed try guy, Never gonna fly guy. It’s just your “Help me!” cry guy. Imply guy, all lie guy, Lonelier with every try, guy Reply guy, too high guy, Meme response supply guy, It’s just your “Help me!” cry, guy. Defy guy, French fry guy, Lonelier with every try guy.   Cliff Lake 4/20/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Likes and the Like

By Cliff Lake
  Likes and the Like   Where is your validation? Do you find yourself warmed, By the accolades earned From your performance on the stage, Or that of your social media account? Is that flashy automobile, Reflective of your inner being, Your bank account, Your parents doting, Or their dotage? Is the sum of your investments, The sum of your investment In the pursuit of achievement, Or simply numbers on a page, Shared with yourself. What is your validation? A certificate hung behind glass, Or digitally reproduced. A mortgaged home that supports both jobs, Containing the children, Your mother asked for. Is your pride then held, By having been productive, Or is it found in a gap-toothed smile, Lit by your entry into a room? Where is your validation? Is it found in what you have collected That is inert and inanimate? Is it in the reply you wait for, Good or bad, Found on the device consuming you? Or is it in the wagging tail,
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Marionette Melancholy

By Cliff Lake
  Marionette Melancholy   The puppets morosely gather, Their strings clutched in their hands, Waiting for Master’s arrival, To begin the dysfunctional dance. What words will they be made to speak, Nothing is left to chance, Which way will they now move their feet, Entangled in circumstance.   Unhappy marionettes, Caught up in a string of lies. They dance in the slow spiral, Empty intentions undisguised. See them jerked around daily, Their feet nearly always ungrounded. See them spin and jump when told, See them spew the tales unfounded.   What do these instruments seek, Do they have any goal in mind? Or are they merely played with, And discarded for better toys in time? Will they meet satisfaction, Will they achieve their ends? Or will they be tossed aside at last, With no hope for amends.   Do not feel for these little puppets, This is the choice they made: To be manipulated wholesale, And live in another’s shade. They
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Georgia Girl

By Cliff Lake
  Georgia Girl   You, Georgia girl, you ain’t no peach, We won’t swallow what you preach. You have soiled your vaunted station, By trying to sell out your nation.   In servitude to a traitor, You show you’re a collaborator. A short listen tells us how, You’re a pipeline from Moscow.   Russia bound, Georgia clown, All the treason you expound. Russian sound going round, Georgia girl, you’re going down.   The things you say my blood freezes, While claiming service to Jesus. On the Capitol steps raving, Georgia girl, is your soul worth saving?   In the midst of the Bible shouting, Propaganda you are mouthing. How much Russian info can you yell, From the confines of a prison cell?   Russia bound, Georgia clown, All the treason you expound. Russian sound going round, Georgia girl, you’re going down.   Cliff Lake 4/18/2024 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024
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Pichers of You

By Cliff Lake
  Pichers of You   And have you answered me with a meme? Your misability exposed. Your tacit admission. You must not think on your own. You must not think. Let another, And retreat into the stupor. Let another, Four words at a time.   Whose words, Do you have on repeat? Whose words, Are indelible now? Whose words, Are your mindless mantra? Will you let another, Speak your mind, Or are you speaking theirs? Do you know any longer? Let another, Four words at a time.   Thinking is hard, Moreso when you refuse, And the catchphrase is both hilarious, And hurtful. Why decide between what is right, And what is instant? Mindlessness is comfortable, And pichers are easy. Easy is fun, And fun is better than thinking. Let another, Four words at a time.   Do you find facts, Impossible to refute? Logic is too hard, And critical thinking, Involves thinking. Someone else can do that, And make the picher funny, too.
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Sleepy Don

By Cliff Lake
  Sleepy Don   Sleepy Don that creepy con, Hasn’t been getting much sleep lately. He has so much to dwell on, That will affect him greatly.   Sleepy Don, the same suit on, Can’t bother to pay attention. What’s he on to keep him calm, And thus avoid detention?   Sleepy Don, lost his Teflon, He’s attending his accounting. Though his lies go on and on, In court the facts are mounting.   Sleepy Don has his gag on, That doesn’t seem to stop him. His posts go on some marathon, Will the court finally pop him?   Sleepy Don, try to cheat on, Your tricks are nearly played out. Sleepy Don, will you bleat on, About how law is weighed out?   Sleepy Don, we will watch on, Don’t worry about your ratings. Sleepy Don, these cards you’ve drawn, You’ve come to what your fate is.   Sleepy Don, stifle that yawn, Wake up to your reckoning. Sleepy Don, will you catch on, That justice here is beckoning?   Cliff Lake 4/15/2024 Copyrigh
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An Open Letter to Mike Johnson

By Cliff Lake
  An Open Letter to Mike Johnson   How much longer will you avoid, The duties that you applied for? How much longer will you evade, The matters you are derided for?   How many lives can you overlook, How many do you explain away? How many lives were extinguished in rubble, How many lives were in your hands today?   How much longer will the whip hand, Control your every action? How much more blood has to spill, To effect his satisfaction?   How many lives were lost this week, Due to your unbroken inconstance? How many lives to overcome, The price paid for your conscience?   How many times are these questions asked, Are they become painful to hear? How many times do you choose your own pride, Just to satisfy the veneer?   How much longer will you deny, The choice to be humane? How much longer will you pander, To the bloodthirsty and the insane?   How many more times will you forget The words you know are true, How many m
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Advisements for the Guiltless

By Cliff Lake
  Advisements for the Guiltless   Hey there, Grumpy Gus, Got your best same suit on? Got your frown on your face? Well then, you’re ready…   Make a statement on the courthouse steps, Be sure to sneer When mispronouncing the judges’ name. Defame the jury anonymously, That way the charges can’t stick. Do you have any pictures Of the prosecutors relatives? Hand those out freely As proof of your goodwill. Make certain to deride the proceedings, No more viable demonstration of virtue Is there than insult, Everyone knows that. Your fervid proclamations of innocence, Will surely be bolstered, By threats and intimidation, So, you must bluster angrily, And scowl fiercely. And let us not forget the efficacy Of endless complaint, Grousing, grumbling, and griping, Are most welcome in the courts, Making you appear strong, invincible. Remember, it’s the dog that whines, That gets fed best. So, whine like a dog, dawg. Finally, one must
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Reflection

By Cliff Lake
  Reflection   I remember that one time, That time long ago. But the memory is in black and white, Full of people I no longer know. Memories of sunshine, And the memory of rain. And the memories of places I can never go back again.   How is time like a river, If you cannot fish from one place? What does time really deliver, And what does it erase?   Where is the person you were yesterday? Have you discarded them so? Have you kept nothing of what you were? Have you really let them go?   I remember that one time, That time long ago. But the memory is in black and white, Full of places I no longer go. Memories of sunshine, And the memory of rain. And the memories of people I may never go back again.   How many relationships were riven, Have they disappeared with no trace? How many slights were forgiven, Are their brand carved in your face?   How has time handled you, How have you managed your time? How has life scan
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The Way Back

By Cliff Lake
  The Way Back   Look at you cringing from the smallest change, Things haven’t gotten that far out of range. Our existence isn’t so full of dread, Why do you listen to the talking heads?   Their hyperbole doesn’t bear examination, They deal in panic, not information. They have you convinced it’s never their fault, Keeping you on edge and prepared for assault.   There is no way back, The future is here. Things have not gotten off track, It’s change that you fear. Ahead of you is just another day, It’s not some personal attack. There’s always a better way, There is no way back.   You want to go back to “the way things were”, Less informed and more polluted you prefer? Your doctor performing bloodletting with leeches, And the seasons explained by what some guy preaches?   You’re letting hustlers and swindlers tell you what to think, Bringing this nation closer to the brink. Why put your mind in the hands of some hack, Riding your b
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Tears for They That Hold

By Cliff Lake
  Tears for They That Hold   Putin-defiant they stand, Though genocide looks on them bold. A bulwark they are, The stop against the ravage. Yet in that, Are they ravaged themselves, Yet they toil on! Distant sisters and brothers, They would be forsaken by orators, Who lose nothing, Save the errant mouse-click or two, By the least read among us, Who tell they would withhold succor, In Jesus name. What shame is this! Daily my thoughts turn eastward, But mindfulness and bullets, Are often estranged. How do I coerce the already-bought, That they may do their duty, And throw off their cowardice, And become human once more? Why do they choose craven negation? Why do they deny empathy? What sort of creatures must they be, That they allow an entire nation to be bled, While the entire world watches? Slava Ukraini! You are not forgotten, Though for this time denied. We see you, Ukraine! We hear you Ukraine! We weep for you Ukraine
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The Door

By Cliff Lake
  The Door   A sullen crew, Hot and worn from long labor, Now rested in the hole, Scraped in the side of the mountain, The hole with the impossible door at the end, The door that was right where he said it should be. The captain of these ruffians was erranding. None could speak on the hour of his return, Not even the cook’s son, A madman, and captain’s ward.   The door. Disturbing symbols were carved on that stone, Disturbing not because they could not be read, But because it seemed they could be understood, Almost, But the mind would not accept their meaning. Thus these rowdies would not lounge near on it, For fear of lingered spell, Made on it in some forgotten when, Save that cook’s son, captain’s ward, And madman.   That one stood before the entry closed, Tracing the writing with a finger, Which was unnerving, And whispered to himself guessed meaning, Which was maddening, And sometimes giggled and turned pointing, And wo
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