Hard Shell Breakage on Pennsylvania Avenue

By Cliff Lake

 

Hard Shell Breakage on Pennsylvania Avenue

 

Talk About Cowardly Office:

Set the price

Back it down

Pretend that there is a plan

Look for land

Gain no ground

That’s just about on brand

 

The Always Completely Obscure:

Just two weeks

We can’t wait

Sounds like there’s something in store

Two more weeks

So you state

At least now we know the score

 

This Always Claimed Outburst:

The biggest

Not ever

Never been heard of before

So many

Not any

Listening is become a chore

 

Take Another Close Observation:

Bad numbers

Bad polling

When did the prices come down?

False promise

All trolling

The tables are turning ‘round.

 

There’s A Corrosive Agent:

Tough talking

Slow walking

No follow-through on a caper

All squawking

All balking

This kitty is made of paper

 

Temper Always Causes Obstinance:

The mess up

The ketchup

The losing that goes on and on

Some dress up

Caress up

The shmoozing that’s always withdrawn

 

The After-Cuck Official:

The press play

The no say

The newest word salad ballad

The ballet

The betray

Anything said before is invalid

 

Toddler Always Cries On

(sold you out)

 

Toddler Always Cries On

(crocodile, my dear)

 

Toddler Again Cries On,

(waa, waa, waa)

 

Toddler Always Cries On

Toddler Always Carries On

Toddler Again Carries On…

 

What’s for dinner on Pennsylvania Avenue…?

 

Cliff Lake 1/23/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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