Sweet Suppression

By Cliff Lake

 

Sweet Suppression

 

Now don’t get the wrong impression,

Or cave to base suggestion,

What is this odd obsession,

We must cease this weird procession.

 

Let us proceed with discretion,

Nor make any true progression,

Just move forward with aggression,

And wield some sweet suppression.

 

A little sweet, sweet suppression,

It’s like a discrete confession.

How long ‘til complete repression?

Have a taste of that sweet suppression.

 

We’ll get some House intercession,

Get them to interrupt their session,

Tell the base to try decompression,

As we deny any transgression.

 

We are losing our self-possession.

Engaging in wild self-expression,

How do we manage repossession?

We can start with sweet suppression.

 

A little sweet, sweet suppression,

It’s like some discrete oppression.

How long ‘til complete repression?

Have a taste of that sweet suppression.

 

Avoid all questions,

Make no concessions,

Threaten oppression,

Practice digression.

 

A little sweet, sweet suppression,

It’s like a discrete confession.

How long ‘til complete aggression?

Have a taste of that sweet suppression.

 

You have got the wrong impression,

You are risking dispossession.

We will act at our discretion,

Better watch just who you question.

 

We will never make confession,

We will never make concession,

We will no longer fake aggression,

You’re going to have to take suppression…

 

A little sweet, sweet suppression,

It’s like a discrete confession.

How long ‘til complete repression?

Have a taste of that sweet suppression.

 

Cliff Lake 7/24/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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