Last Ride of the Sedition Caucus

 

Last Ride of the Sedition Caucus

 

Gathered in your enclaves

With colleagues you barely trust.

Hoping to keep your necks saved

From the prosecutor’s thrust.

You play the pantomimes out,

While your arguments combust.

Call up another inquiry with a snarl and a pout,

Another sham that blows away like dust.

 

The horse is dead,

What do you beat it for?

The horse is dead,

Why do you feed it more?

The horse is dead,

What do you need it for?

It won’t carry you so far,

Just exposes what you are…

 

So you all just sputter and fume,

While you stab one another in the back.

While all the adults in the room,

Sigh and brush aside the feeble attack.

Your own lies you eagerly consume,

Running headlong down the wrong track,

Attempting to avoid a shared doom

With the rest of the maniacs.

 

The horse is dead,

What do you beat it for?

The horse is dead,

Why do you feed it more?

The horse is dead,

What do you need it for?

It won’t carry you so far,

Just exposes what you are…

 

Cliff Lake 9/28/2023

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