See Don Run; Run Don Run

By Cliff Lake

 

See Don Run; Run Don, Run

 

Now see here Orange, there may be a reason that shirt collar feels a little tight:

It’s not just hamburger weight, looks like someone may have you in their sights.

Oh, I know, you think it’s the holidays and no garland can hang you now,

Looks like Justice has taken the blindfold off; she’s coming for you and how.

And if you’re thinking that the counsel ain’t that special and your future still is vague,

Let me point out that this motherfucker coming at you is coming straight from the Hague.

Post one up again on Troth Senchal, give us one or two more cents,

Let it all hang out babe, you’re just providing more evidence.

Where’s your Hannity now? Where’s your Murdoch when you need him?

This is what happens when you put up shitty candidates now, the Repubs know you can no longer feed ‘em.

Think you can hide behind a presidential campaign?

Think you will continue to get by on rallies where all you do is complain?

The glory days are over pal, your dancing days are done.

That’s why you have to campaign, all that’s left to you is to run.

So, keep on keepin’ on, one more time democracy try to thwart,

We’re done with you motherfucker. Bitch, we’ll see you in court.

 

Cliff Lake 11/18/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

 

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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