CliffSongs

  A Note to Teddie   Rafael Edward “Ted” Cruz, as an American politician, Can you explain to me or anyone the status of your condition? Your emotional distortions, in tandem with your mental contortions, Can only be explained by your bank account’s proportions. How dare you try to explain away the deaths of children in Uvalde, By way of a teacher’s negligence in securing a doorway? No matter which way the tale is spun, it’s become apparent to everyone, That your loyalties are bought and paid for by the purveyor of the gun. To twist the facts you’ve tried and tried, some you’ve even tossed aside, But the central matter here, Ted, is you’re accessory to homicide. Second Amendment remains secure, it’s obvious that we need a cure, But the NRA’s onus and your allegiance to them you are trying to obscure. Bravery is not defined by the roar of the carbine, Is it true Ted that without the gun you truly have no spine? By advancing the stance we see, the depth of

  Dead Words   Second Amendment’s debated now, word spake long into night, But words are words, it’s action now that must address this plight.   In all this matter, with all the words, with all that will be said, Remember this: you cannot query the dead.   So gather ye, if ye must, in quorum and committee, And if blooded specter be brought before you, well that’s just some tough titty.   For as you debate and debate some more, get this through your head: It doesn’t matter what word you use; you cannot convince the dead.   AR-15s, assaulting dreams, do they assuage all your fears? Or just too mean, somehow unclean, and create some mother’s tears.   By the NRA’s briberies you continue to be lead, Take some spent bullets along and commiserate with the dead.   Will an unlocked door even the score, will it keep out evil men? Or will there be more at the grocery store, what will you do then?   I ask you; I will keep on asking: how many more tears

  How Many?   On May 24, 2022 With classes going and homework due, Lunch wasn’t even quite through, In a school in Texas where the bullets flew…   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Only ten days since the grocery shop. Only ten dead from the killer at Tops. It’s not as if lives are any cash crop. How many die before a full stop?   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Over twenty dead in the month of May. Almost as if it’s every day. How do we hold the violence at bay? How many more lives have to pay?   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Cliff Lake 5/24/2022 Copyright © Clifford

  Matthew 23:3, Conservatively   And they did call down their god upon the blasphemers who would allow the immigrant in. They did not read Leviticus 19:34. And they did curse those of other nations. They did not read Deuteronomy 27:19. And they would not feed the starving children among them. They did not read Psalm 146:9. And they would not provide answer to the oppressor of innocents. They did not read Job 29:15-17. For they will have dominion of this place and will turn away from the suffering they themselves cause. They have turned away. They have forgotten you. Mammon is before them and with them. They did not read Matthew 6:19. And they did call upon their god to visit destruction on the just. They did not read Matthew 7: 15-20. And they would march against those they cannot silence. They did not read Matthew 26:52. And they did claim they live in The Way. But what have they read? Where is their understanding? Have they no love? Luke

  Stand   Can you see it? The darkness that is creeping in? It is there in the full light. Some deny it. Some cheer it. It is alive and it is bold. It will eat you. Can you hear it? The stain that is shifting in? It is under the dreaming day. Some refute it. Some approve it. It is making it’s way and it is inexorable. Will you stand? Will you hold the day? For darkness will have you in the void while you yet live, That is it’s way and it’s strength: it is empty. Hate is it’s fuel, fear is the impetus, envy is the root. From these you gain nothing. You will become empty. Can you feel it? The corruption of the all? It is there! And here! And there again! Some will refuse it. Some will claim it. They will believe they own all. They are empty.   Can you see it? It sees you. It is coming. Stand! Deny the entry and it must fall back into the shadow that it is. Stand! That is The Way. You can be The Way. Stand.   Cliff La

  What They Do   Those GOP’s, they talk all day, But the truths they have are much too few. Do not listen to what they say, They reveal themselves by what they do.   Now Marjorie entered the fray, Some rhetoric she had to spew. For formula she votes no pay, And then she cries “DEFUND THE WHO!”   Conservatives, oh yes, they pray, To Mammon perhaps, but not for you. Do not listen to what they say, They reveal themselves by what they do.   And Lauren, what does she bray? “Free speech!”, she says, “Unless you’re blue.” She too votes formula away, Then asks, “What does Biden ever do?”   Red politicians, gone astray, They score their points, but voters screw. Do not listen to what they say, They reveal themselves by what they do.   Gym Jordan, who ignored the coaches play, Says he knows what’s best for you. He won’t feed babies, not today, Then claims that’s what the Dems won’t do!   Those GOP’s, they talk all day, But the tru

  Once Upon a Time He Was Dead Or The Future Past of Vladimir Putin   Once upon a time the man was dead. He had lived, but that was the past. He is dead. He’d had hair and a wife. (He was dead) He liked kidney beans. (He was dead) He had two brothers. (They are dead) He joined the KGB and hated many. He was a Lieutenant Colonel. Then he died. He made some children. (He was dead) He liked being photographed doing brave things. He pretended he wasn’t a Fascist. He was addicted to being threatening. (But he died) He had lots of money and sometimes people got poisoned. (They died) One time he invaded the country next door and got his boat sank. (It is dead) He liked to call people he was planning to kill “Nazi’s.” (Many died) He didn’t often wear hats or follow the teachings of Christ. He liked parades. But he is dead. Soon.   Cliff Lake 5/17/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Dancing to the Right   I watched while you ranted and raved About the people you would save, From the invented peril grave, Some horrid vast incoming wave.   But suddenly shots rang out! Some racial pig had reared it’s snout. He’d heard what you did quietly shout, For votes you must turn about…   When will you turn again? Insincerity with no end. You’ll spin your tale now, but then, Back to your vipers’ den, Tell me now – When will you turn again?   Being called out for your spiel, Oh, some thoughts you’ll repeal. Feet of clay, not of steel, Tell me, is any part of you real?   When will you turn again? Insincerity with no end. You’ll spin your tale now,   but then, Back to your vipers’ den, Tell me now – When will you turn again?   Cliff Lake 5/16/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022  

  Tops   Someone has opened cruelty’s door, Spouting race lies that once were yore. To pallid knights fealty swore, 4chan always seeking more.   Some believe in a racial war, Replacement theory gone full bore. They mean to settle imagined score, Ten gunned down at the grocery store.   So it’s Hail! Hail the NRA! To the Second Amendment we do pray! And Hail! Hail the bullet spray! Might is Right, let’s keep it white, If we find you in our sight, We’ll keep our trigger fingers tight, And it’s your fault if you’re blown away.   14 words brought to the fore, See the dead there on the floor. Believing in Supremacy’s lore, Ten gunned down at the grocery store!   So it’s Hail! Hail the NRA! To the Second Amendment we do pray! And Hail! Hail the bullet spray! Might is Right, let’s keep it white, If we find you in our sight, We’ll keep our trigger fingers tight, And it’s your fault that you’re blown away.   Cliff Lake 5/15/2022

  And He Weeps   Say you so-called Christian, why do you torment those willing to take a stand? What the fuck makes you so special with your Bible in your hand? For Jesus Christ’s sake, read the damn thing, maybe you’ll understand, That liberty is liberty, and freedom means everyone’s, not just the players in your band.   Oh sure, you all loudly proclaim you’re all so goddam pro-life, But things change very drastically when it’s YOUR child, YOUR wife. It’s about time you really picked up the Scriptures; put down the knife, Don’t be so prone to preach at me, with your hypocrisy so rife.   It’s as if you have never heard or understood the teachings of the Lord: Violence is not The Way; shall you live and die by the sword? I am not impressed with your so vaunted numbers, that so-called horde, Clearly you have forgotten just where the grapes of wrath are stored.   So spare me your impoverished and falsely proclaimed piety, It’s clear to all that you desi

  Yesterday’s Attempt   Super-Stupid and Mr. Violence climbed out from under their stone, With their bones to pick and their axes to hone. They wanted to believe they were the Forgotten People, That they were the abandoned and the alone. So they flexed their social media and fell into the rabbit hole, And reached out to grab all that they could trade in for their soul. They wanted to believe that they deserve everything and all, And so set out to praise greed and subjugation and other evil to extol. Now Super-Stupid and Mr. Violence made a major miscalculation, Thinking that kindness and empathy could never survive their negation. They wanted to believe they could beat the gentle into obedience, Never realizing that compassions’ bindings will overcome their predation. So Super-Stupid and Mr. Violence now try to ravage our land, Savagery, and servitude, and scorn has become their brand. They want to believe that they can beat us all down with their hate,

  We Woke   Listen here conservative, you think you’ve won with your fear and your hate? So you think that this is the way now, to terrorize and subjugate? You think we’re gonna lay down now? Well welcome back to 1968. And don’t believe you’re going to put us down with a repeat of Kent State,   It’s gone too far now, you’ve gone too far now, you have opened a gate, That only goes one way, and in doing so you have sealed your fate: A road is open now and down it we see the way narrow and straight, And now our anger against injustice is not going to dissipate. Our freedoms are threatened and we will not allow you to subjugate, Our women or our children to your attempts to completely abrogate, The rights that all of us have us have been afforded by laws that delineate, What a person is allowed to be, laws that indeed started to make our country great. Instead, you have elected to drag us all back to some Middle Ages date, When only the monarchy lived well and

  One Day in 2022   One day in 2022, in the state of Tennessee, They asked, “How do we turn everything to 1863?” They put their heads together, and this thing came to be: “Let’s start by taking women’s rights, so that everyone’s more free.”   But Louisiana said, “Hey hold on a minute, friends!” “Women can still get abortions here, that practice we’ll suspend!” So they put their heads together and this law they intend: If a woman gets an abortion, that woman’s life will end.   And then Missouri said, “Hold on a second boys, we too can litigate.” “We’ve got some stuff we came up with; things we can dictate.” “Just like you guys, on the unborn we fixate; We’ll even remove legality of abortion out-of-state!”   Now you women who live here in our crazy U.S.A. You’re going to have to do what you can while you all still have your say. And as a man, I can tell you, I’m with you all the way, Because this will be the first stumble of a nation gone astray.

  Who Says?   Who doesn’t understand the questions of rights? And why someone else’s are there in your sights? Why is healthcare so politically charged? How is it your opinions got so enlarged, That you can so indiscriminately, Tell everyone else who they have to be? Who gave you the right to make your religion, The basis of everyone’s lives and decisions? Why is it that your subjective belief, Requires that others be subject to much grief? Don’t you get that you too are quite liable, To be judged by the words that are found in your Bible? You rage and you rant that you want to be free, So long as it doesn’t inconvenience thee. You’re really not so concerned about saving life, This is just one more way of your wielding the knife. So spare us your anger, your indignancy, Remember that you too know unwanted pregnancy. I refer you back to the words of God’s Son: “Love your neighbor.” And that means everyone.   Cliff Lake 5/4/2022 Copyright ©

  Hold Fast   The darkness descended in the not-too-distant past, Brought upon us by those who know that they’re fading fast: Old and broken and full of hate, They’re never going to hesitate To ensure that you and I – the majority, will always come in last.   Making up rules that they themselves won’t be following, All the while telling us it’s freedom that they’re allowing. Watch them sneaking past in the night, Their deeds will not abide the light. So it’s back into the Dark Ages that we’ll be wallowing.   Equal rights do not give me more rights than you or you or you. But taking rights from anybody is never the right thing to do. A persons body is theirs alone, There is no one you ever own, It will be the suffering of many to satisfy the few.   They say it’s darkest before we see the dawn and it’s breaking light. We must hold fast to truth, and love, and what we know is right. Do you think they have the win? Now a new round we must begin

  Triggers   Joe Biden is president, that’s just the righteous truth. No one is teaching CRT to anybody’s youth. Banning books is you inhibiting Free Speech. “I believe in Jesus!” Why don’t you practice what you preach? “All you Dems are groomers!” Have you heard about Matt Gaetz? “You’re trying to take our guns!” which still hasn’t happened yet. “Ukrainians are Nazis!” yet Zelenskyy is a Jew. “You want to turn everyone gay!” Mads is LGBTQ. “The election was stolen!” Meadows registered thrice. “Liberals are violent!” You stormed the Capitol, but it did not suffice. “The economy is tanking!” It’s a global issue, boo. “What about the southern border?” No one’s coming after you. The fact of all these matters is that you’re all being misled. A pile of mangled fact or outright lies you’re fed. Are you working? Are you warm? Did you get enough to eat? Take some time for reality; no more dead horses should you beat.   Cliff Lake 5/1/2022 Copyright © Cli

  Projectiles   Now MAGA I’ve got some truth for you, Sit down, we’ve got so much to get through, About pedos, and fascism and how you back the blue, And CRT and banning books and what actually affects you.   So without pointing fingers at Matt Gaetz, And receipts, and plane rides and all that he abets, And I won’t mention Gym Jordan, at least I won't yet, What he saw at Ohio and what it is that he forgets.   And remember how you backed the blue? Into a corner at the Capitol on cue? How at them with bats and mace your swarming minions flew? Most citizens ask what’s the matter with you?   And banning math books, what’s that about? Is it because you can’t figure them out? Maybe it’s DeSantis, that hulking lout, And the line of books that he will tout?   And what’s this all noise about CRT? Did they really teach it to you and me? Look in your kids books, what do you see? Do you find it in there suspiciously?   Now fascism is a scar

  The Mighty Moskva   This is the tale of the mighty Moskva, king of the Black Sea force, This is the tale of the Ukrainian fighters, who targeted him of course. This is the tale of the Russian flagship which ends inconveniently, This the tale of that ocean fortress that now sails beneath the sea.   See the Russian invader fighting from afar! See the smoke of Russians burning; their bodies turned to char! See the fires! See the flames! See the listing beast! See the fins of sharks approaching, on Russians they will feast!   This is the tale of the bloody invader; you cannot see him now. This is the tale of the Ukrainian scuttle: stern and deck and prow. This is the tale of Ukrainian missile, landing exactingly, This is the tale of a former flagship; he sails beneath the sea.   See the Russian invader fighting from afar! See the smoke of Russians burning; their bodies turned to char! See the fires! See the flames! See the listing beast! See the fi

  Motherland Blues   So you left the Motherland, off to kill a “Nazi” or two. Funny that all of those “Nazis” are bravely led by a Jew. So you strapped on your boots and your gun for the three day operation, Too bad Russki, you opted for a permanent vacation.   Oh to be a Russian, pretending to live in riches and swank. Oh to be an invader on Ukraine soil, burning to death in your tank. They have the upper hand, You’re on sovereign land, And for that you have your Putin to thank.   So there you are, a rotting corpse so fetid, smelly and dank, Perhaps you would have been better off on the Moskva when it sank? This war of yours is stupid and costly, if I may be all that frank, Ukraine will continue to be well supplied, on that you bet you can bank.   Oh to be a Russian, pretending to live in riches and swank. Oh to be an invader on Ukraine soil, burning to death in your tank. They have the upper hand, You’re on sovereign land, And for that you

  Voices, Choices   Well, Elon he has made his bid, we wait with bated breath. Behind the scenes Trump grins and schemes since Truth Social’s near death. How do we so fiscally underrepresented, Maintain our gains, and voice our pains, though they be so resented?   How do you end democracy, what’s the secret plan? Buy up all the media, as many as you can. How do we keep them from enforcing free speech ban? Speak loudly! March proudly! Remaining hand in hand!   So here we stand, keyboards in hand, waiting on the board. And there is Musk, threatening dusk, wielding money as a sword. How do we fight, it seems their might will never reach its end? We don’t lay down, we stand our ground, our will can never bend!   How do you end democracy, what’s the secret plan? Buy up all the media, as many as you can. How do we keep them from enforcing free speech ban? Speak loudly! March proudly! Remaining hand in hand!   Cliff Lake 4/25/2022 Copyright © Clif

  Bots   Cruisin’ ‘round the Net: the social media accounts, Waitin’ for the perfect word, then you have to pounce. Was your presence here created yesterday? Repeating all the same old lies is all you have to say.   Trump-o-bot, chump-o-bot, Tired old, hackneyed lines are all you got. Trump-o-bot, dump-o-bot, Actual animation you have not.   So, you find some rich guy to buy it all up, Someone with no conscience, someone real corrupt. Someone that maybe Ghislane Maxwell would know. Someone that knows exactly how low someone can go.   Musk-o-bot, husk-o-bot, Is there a human inside there you have caught? Musk-o-bot, rust-o-bot, Actual animation you have not.   So, the bots they multiply day by day by day. And management doesn’t manage to make them go away. When will the support geeks wade into the fray? What’s the good of platform support if their feet are made of clay?   Support-o-bot, report-o-bot, We all rely on you a lot. Sup

  Phone Scan   Kevin McCarthy, kompromat. Say, where are your loyalties at? Do they reside in Moscow? Or to Putin’s Trump card do you bow?   Kevin McCarthy, phone recorded. I wonder if you’ll get this sorted. Did you ask Trump to resign? Or is this just bullshit of thine?   Kevin McCarthy, what say you? Kinda seems you might be through. Gym Jordan may just have the thought, That he’s going to take your spot.   Kevin McCarthy, do you distract? From Marjorie’s traitorous fact? Kevin McCarthy, don’t you see? You’re probably sinking the GOP.   Cliff Lake 4/23/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Face It   Here’s a thing that you should learn: An expert helps with health concern. A person with a pedigree, Someone who’s earned doctor’s degree.   Now maybe you hear congressman Tell you what, and where and when, To listen to the CDC, But do they have that one degree?   A real expert has studied long, To earn the right to say what’s wrong. Not some fevered Senator, Who’s looking to score points some more.   You need a doctorate you see, Not some lowly GED. So, listen up, it’s no real task, In public wear your goddam mask.   Cliff Lake 4/21/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022  

  Bonfire Bozos   You’re banning books - a sorry play, You know those words won’t go away. Thinkers, logicians are just too proud, And let’s face it, we’re very loud.   Remember you thought you killed Maus? Sales skyrocket, your stupid loss. You don’t want math, what a bummer, That means you don’t have the numbers.   Now you want to cancel Walt, You won’t go there, that’s your own fault. What will you tell your little misses? They can’t be Disney Princesses?   Gender, trans, gay, and CRT, You so fear equality. Don’t you get you’ll feel the pain Of your party’s full brain drain.   For concrete knowledge we ever yearn, Won’t matter how many books that you burn. We’ll never stop, we got the guts. So ban away you stupid putz. Cliff Lake 4/18/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake

  Tucker the Sucker   Tucker, Tucker, testosterone fall, Tucker, Tucker, please tell us all. Tucker, fucker, making a haul, Tucker, sucker, is having a ball.   Tucker Carlson, he’s tanning his nads, Tucker Carlson don’t know that it’s bad. Tucker Carlson, it’s so very sad, Tucker Carlson, you know you’ve been had?   Tucker Carlson, your document’ry, Makes it look like you’re recently free. Tucker Carlson, my balls just won’t be, In anyone’s tanning bed, even yours, don’t you see?   Now Tucker Carlson, it’s been so much fun, This poem is over – I gotta run. Tucker Carlson, I’m tellin’ ya hun, My testes I don’t want overdone.   Cliff Lake 4/19/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Distraction   There’s a little thing that we must say to you: We will not forget you tried a little coup. Boebert, Greene, and Hawley, and even Ginny too, Let’s not forget Mark Meadows, we’re looking at you, boo.   Distraction: “We have Hunter’s PC!” Distraction: “It’s evidence, you’ll see!” Distraction: “Inflation! Or even southern border!” Don’t you get it guys? We see right through your lies, That’s why you keep on trying to cause all of the disorder.   Why are you so goddam beholden to Don Trump? Isn’t it Vlad Putin’s leg you should try to hump? We won’t be long played like some kind of chump, Ignoring all the alter-facts that you try to dump.   Distraction: “Masks are so bad for your brain!” Distraction: “We always backed Ukraine!” Distraction: “Get back on the Trump train!” Don’t you get it guys? We see right through your lies, And we will see you criminals dragged to jail in chain.   Cliff Lake 4/18/2022 Copyrig

  Hoodie Mama   Marjorie, oh Marjorie, going to the court, To answer this here question: were you a cohort? Was there an election that you tried to thwart? Did you have the right to say, “Abort, abort, abort!” Are you very comfortable? It’s time for us to start, The path of your activity dearly needs it’s chart. We need to hear the truth here, tell us from the heart, In attempted overthrow, did you play a part? Nothing here to worry you, a question here or there, Where were you the night before? Did you do a dare? Are you a car driver? Or did you walk the thoroughfare? Do you have a hoodie? Do pipe bombs fit in there? Do you know Mark Meadows? Did you get a little text? Was he there to guide you?   What did you do next? What’s the very best way to not be a suspect? A really simple formula:   just don’t insurrect.   Cliff Lake 4/19/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake

  Entropy   Where are you going with your anger all flowing Spewing words that are paid for in hate? What are you doing, sanity all eschewing, With your bloodlust you can never satiate? “I am going to ready all the minds so unsteady It’s past time to set this shit straight.”   What are you saying, are you really praying For chaos and blood in the streets? What is the point then, who will you anoint then, When there’s no one left to browbeat? “I’ll find someone new, some that look just like you, That will march to erratic drumbeat.”   But what will you gain; this all sounds so insane, What will be left when you’ve done? How can you yearn for the whole world to be burned Don’t you see that nothing is won? “I will take all I can, even though it be sand And I die grasping it under the sun.”   Can you be so spoil-blind to grab each husk and rind Though they once belonged to another? Is there aught to be done to turn you from the gun Would

  Savagery and Lament   Where the demon walked, he was unknown, Read by a disquiet felt in the soul. In dark unfevered dream , disorder sown, In the heart was made the crumbling hole.   Where the demon sang, law twisted there, Holy writ now feeds malfeasance’ brood, A rage long simmered with special care, Seasoned, succored with truth misconstrued.   Where the demon laughed it fell apart, It is torn with violence bonded. It was not so long ago the heart, By blooded ravings was absconded.   When the demon whispered to us lies Some were prepared long to listen well. We that such words do despise Are now consigned to a living hell.   Where the demon dances blood follows soon, Innocents caught up in ravening maw. Their only crime is as bodies strewn, Our anguish now is felt too raw.   Where the demon plays is in the mind, Of those already bent away from care. Where the demon lays he breeds unkind, And humanity is his lair.   C

  Beautiful Corruption   Come my friends and I’ll tell you a tale, With poison at the center of its instruction. It winds a crooked way that can never fail, To lead you through the path of my corruption.   Listen now, ‘cause all the facts are mine, Be silent! I will suffer no interruption. They will tell you all the time that I am always lyin’, But I will make you dance to the tune of my corruption.   It’s a beautiful corruption, Dazzling in its way. A wonderful abruption, To keep the facts at bay. A beautiful corruption, If you don’t join me, you’ll pay!   Now what I really do is take everything from you, But you don’t notice in our disruption. Now what will you do – the rewards for you are few, And that’s the beauty of my corruption.   It’s a beautiful corruption, Dazzling in its way. A wonderful abruption, To keep the facts at bay. A beautiful corruption, If you don’t join me, you’ll pay!   Cliff Lake 4/4/2022 Copyright

  Moscow Mule   Who underwrites divisive hate? Whose greed will never satiate? Who allows traitors to skate? Mitch McConnell – get it straight.   Who our nation tries to wreck? Who no one can seem to check? Who is at Vlad’s call and beck? Mitch, hiding in his turtle’s neck.   Whose limit has outpaced it’s term? Whose state crimes should we affirm? Who would we like to see squirm? Mitch McConnell; fucking worm.   Who’s the worst old Senate ghoul? Who provides GOP fuel? Who doles out the Kremlin gruel? Mitch McConnell, Moscow mule.   Cliff Lake 3/24/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Vacation Time   Now Ginni and Mark, they were passing the time, Planning and scheming like some kind of slime. Texting an overthrow is like organized crime, Looks like they need to Gitmo vacation time.   Now Mr. Clarence sat on his Supreme ass. A Justice so high should have so much more class. To look at Trump’s papers he said, “I’ll take a pass!” Get these treacherous cretins to Gitmo en masse.   It’s a Gitmo vacation that’s waiting for you. A Gitmo vacation, Lord, what did you do? A Gitmo vacation, a solit’ry view, A Gitmo vacation, now ain’t that a coup?   Now Jared got his texts, Ivanka close by, While Capitol ragers drew ever nigh. This bunch would do anything to prop up their guy, Scheming and dreaming up that awful Big Lie.   It’s a Gitmo vacation that’s waiting for you. A Gitmo vacation, Lord, what did you do? A Gitmo vacation, a solit’ry view, A Gitmo vacation, now ain’t that a coup?   Now Teddy and Lauren and Marjorie to

  The Traitor’s Blues   The world is seizing mega-arks, From the Russian oligarchs. Freezing comrades’ bank accounts, An illegal war to trounce.   But here in the United States, We’ve got some with shitty traits. To kill democracy they’re all in, Taking money from Putin.   Where you gonna get your grift from, honey? Where you gonna get that dirty money? That river’s dry and it’s so funny, The rubles no more flow, So just pack your shit and go…   Drying up the oil funds, Some GOP’s find themselves stunned. Sanctions landing left and right, Those bribes have left and it’s so right.   Where you gonna get your grift from, honey? Where you gonna get that dirty money? That river’s dry and it’s so funny, The rubles no more flow, So just pack your shit and go…   Cliff Lake 3/17/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  The Rogues   Representative Marjorie Greene. Better unheard and better unseen. Opens her mouth just to be mean, A traitor and liar and just plain obscene.   Representative Lauren Boebert. Has got a mouth that unloads dirt. Revels in delivering much verbal hurt. Her treasonous way are most overt.   Senator Traitor Joshua Hawley. Putin’s talk points he does Polly. He’s an elected official but golly – He’s actively engaged in seditious folly.   Senator Rafael “Treason Ted” Cruz. Eagerly parroting treacherous views. Honesty, honor and goodwill he eschews, Soon Little Ted you will sing prison blues.   Republican officials you’ve all gone all in, Doubling down on your public sin. How many more lies do you think you can spin, Skating on ice that has grown much too thin.   Cliff Lake 3/22/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Thirty Pieces   An escalator wound on down, A game show host chasing a crown. A landlord who would be king, Racism and chaos he did bring. Donny, Donny, where’d it begin? “With thirty pieces from the Kremlin.”   Trailing now in Putin’s shade, Donny thinks he’s got it made. “Who still thinks we need NATO? They’re not us; they have to go.” Russian tales he starts to spin, Some dirty pieces from the Kremlin.   But thinking voters do prevail, A long-time crook they want to jail. But Russia’s fingers have grown long, So many Repubs sing the song. Absolving Donny from his sin, Grasping silver from the Kremlin.   Hawley, Blackburn, Greene, and Paul. Boebert, Cruz, they’re traitors all. Voting against brave Ukraine, Opting instead for paltry gain. Their scruples now grown much too thin, With their thirty from the Kremlin.   Ukraine does now pay the price, Of the GOP’s deep avarice. But empathy in this world exists. Defying the

  SLAVA!!   Comfortable in my United States, Discomfort I would narrate, Far from war, (but not from hate), Small matters I often debate.   But halfway ‘cross a wintered world, Dark thought in Vlad’s head spun and swirled. War’s banners he ordered unfurled, At Kyiv was then his madness hurled.   Warm, unthreatened, I sat in shock. At news that I could only gawk, At the behest of the crazed war hawk: Ukraine upon the chopping block.   Tanks with a spray-painted Z, Entered Ukraine illegally. To try to force Kyiv to its knee, Unleashing Moscow’s bloody spree.   But Ukraine finds its courage fanned, Together the whole nation band, They stand! They stand! And man-to-man, They never will give up their land!   The world discusses what to do: Not too much, but not too few. Now a bigger theme we view, United ‘neath yellow and blue.   Lies and lies the Kremlin tells Unheeding of the death knells. Against aggression opinion swell

  Gazpacho Police   The Gazpacho Police are coming for MTG, At the orders of Nancy apparently. I can’t wait for the chyron on my Faux TV, This is chilling news for us, conservatively.   The gulag sits waiting, she said, “Can’t you see? “That they do to you, what they do to me.” I guess that’s what happens when Congress knees, To remain in power however seditiously.   “They spy on us! They spy on you! They were never meant to be!” Failed coups will do that when you act injudiciously. The Gazpacho Police are coming for MTG, Her wages are tarnished, and maybe, so is she.   Cliff Lake 2/9/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  An Unvoting Rite   And in the darkness a voice was ringing clear: “Aye!” she cried, and the filibuster remained dear. And the shadow darkened and ballots would remain unread, And they filed out leaving equality for dead.   Sinema, Sinema! What is it you must surmount, By stuffing your personal bank account? Sinema, Sinema! From here on out you’d best be wary, Methinks you won’t survive the next primary.   And in a back room a man had sold his soul, For the last remaining crumbs of coal. His constituents he has gladly ditched To proudly stand alongside Moscow Mitch.   Joe Manchin, Joe Manchin, West Virginia cries! Can you not cast away your dark energy ties? Joe Manchin, Joe Manchin! Your heart we cannot find. Joe Manchin, have you lost your mind?   Cliff Lake 1/19/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Kyrsten   Kyrsten on the Senate floor, Obstructs, then obstructs some more. Kyrsten, the Dems voted you in, Why are you Republican?   Kyrsten, you’re a Democrat? Or just a stinking Fascist rat? Maybe just you want more, more. Kyrsten, you’re someone’s godless whore.   Kyrsten, how are we to live, With a Dem Conservative? Kyrsten, you seem to have no shame, Kyrsten why are you so lame?   Kyrsten in the news today, A fair bill that she means to slay. Kyrsten, from whom did you take your pay? Kyrsten, you have lost your way.   Cliff Lake 1/13/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Some Things   Jim Jordan, Jim Jordan, To Trump so beholden, You’re about to go through some things. The Committee invites, You refuse out of spite, For you prison is beckoning.   Matt Gaetz, oh Matt Gaetz, Your receipts up to date? Are you flying anywhere soon? As told by your ex, You paid for the sex, With underage girls you sick goon.   Rand Paul, you, Rand Paul, With unbelievable gall, Attacking a real doctor at will. Donations you crave, But they will not save, You from Justice and people’s will.   Cliff Lake 1/12/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Urine   Urine a mess, not hard to guess, Which liquid you will soon ingest. Your COVID fears, it most appears,                                                            Have put your IQ in arrears.   Urine a daze, a twisted maze, Of some new curative craze. What’s next I deem, also unclean, Donald Trump’s fromunda cream.   Urine a shambles, your MAGAs ramble, For new cures they’ve made you scramble. On quacks you lean, just use your bean, And go and get your damn vaccine.   Cliff Lake 1/10/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Marjorie   Marjorie awoke at dawn, And put her Playdoh face back on. She tweeted long, she tweeted well, Though her tweets were most from Hell.   She made disparaging remarks, She made her tweets just mostly snark. She racisted and she misinformed, She pretended that she was the storm.   Warnings in her path were strewn, She doubled down, the fucking loon. Twitter at last said, “Hey bitch you’re done!” Surely at last the day was won.   But rising from the sewage scene, Glass-eyed Boebert was heard to scream: “First Amendment, what the fuck? With Twitter we’ll no longer truck!”   And Reddies from all o’er the land, Joined with her on the uncertain sand, Of Populism, hate and greed, Ignoring their own people’s need.   But Justice, long with blinded eye, Begins to sift through the Big Lie. Truth will out, we’ll claim the day! The grifters will be cast away.     Cliff Lake 1/2/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Apology   I just heard Australia say they are still open for business. Pretty brave given all that they have witnessed. I guess that is the normal reaction. Get the money wagon back on its trackin’. They said some of it is still okay. Not all of it was burned away. They say, “Come down and give us a try – You can hardly hear the koalas cry.”   And I know all of it is our doing. And I know all of it is our fault And I’m just so fucking sorry.   I guess maybe I just don’t understand, Why we treat our world with such a heavy hand. None of the destruction is at all unplanned. We won’t be done until it’s all sand. But until then let’s make sure that we’re well tanned. That Earth satisfies our each demand. So we won’t feel so much as the earth dies As we hardly hear the koala’s cries.   And I know all of it is our doing. And I know all of it is our fault And I’m just so fucking sorry.   Cliff Lake 1/27/2020 Copyright © Clifford Lake

  Mother   (Sung arrogantly) The heat keeps rising; it’s almost too late now. It’s not surprising we ignore it anyhow We can’t back off now; there’s money to be made. We won’t take no bow; we’re going to get paid.   (Quiet; apologetic) I have carved upon your face, Mother, Winning this human race, Mother. But I have to keep the pace, Mother, I know it’s a disgrace, Mother… Please forgive me…   The kid needs the new phone, car is a year old. There’s still a green zone, I don’t need to be told, That the polar bears are hungry and the whales are frightened too. But I am only one man, what am I supposed to do?   I have carved upon your face, Mother, Winning this human race, Mother. But I have to keep the pace, Mother, I know it’s a disgrace, Mother… Please forgive me…   (Instruments jam a short one. High energy end into - )   (Angry, frustrated) I have carved upon your face, Mother, Winning this human race, Mother. But I have to k