A Farewell to Harms

By Cliff Lake

 

A Farewell to Harms

 

To the House GOP:

How are you going to explain

All the investigations

Into ordinary activities

People performed as part of their jobs

That you can’t make illegal

No matter how loudly you talk

No matter how many informants disappear

Into the smoke they were made of?

How are you going to justify

The millions spent

To prove all the things

We already knew

That you can’t stand

To have exposed all over again

That you want to mean something other

Than what we clearly understood

The first time you tried to bury them?

How many diversions

Will we have to endure

While you sputter and twist

Into ever tightening circles

Of convoluted misstatements

That mean less than you want

And unmask you too clearly?

And now you have reached the point

Where your lies

Are even stupider than you are

As you invent phantom situations

That no one believes

And maybe less even care about

Because they’re worried

About the bread and water

You’ve already threatened

To withhold if the people

You don’t like

Don’t give you your binky

And tell you what a good job you did

Messing all our pants.

You don’t look like

You’re accomplishing anything

Because you aren’t,

Everyone sees it,

But you can’t stop digging

The hole you have put yourselves into

And will find yourselves buried in.

You are doing this to yourselves

And you can’t quit

‘Cause power is a hell of a drug

And you’ve been mainlining

More than your share.

We are not going to miss you

But you will miss us.

 

Have a nice day now.

 

Cliff Lake 5/19/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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