High Seat

By Cliff Lake

 

High Seat

 

I am stupid and pliable,

I’m a little insane.

I am corrupt and I’m liable,

I get off on your pain.

I make praise to dear leader,

Look at him dewy-eyed,

I throw him crayons for his reader,

And repeat his hooey lies.

 

Just swallow our defenses,

Do not trust your own senses,

We are allowed these offenses,

Say the robes on supreme benches.

I am human incomplete,

I am yet so hard to beat,

I am a gimp that’s sitting

In a Cabinet seat.

 

Well, I am a gimp in a Cabinet seat,

I aim to see you stay under our feet.

We don’t care if you all hit the street,

We’ll take it all; you’ll take a backseat.

 

I am a toy and I’m a tool,

My mind is not my own.

I am a ploy and I am cruel,

I will burn this your home.

Have benefits been disrupted,

For me there’s no effect.

It’s just that I’m corrupted,

And our foot is on your neck.

 

We say things so ridiculous,

That you are getting so sick of us.

While our methods are not meticulous,

We’ll fix it so you stick with us.

No more need to be discrete,

I am the one who takes the heat,

I am a crime that’s sitting

In a Cabinet seat.

 

Well, I am a crime in a Cabinet seat,

I aim to see you stay under our feet.

We don’t care if you all hit the street,

We’ll take it all; you’ll take a backseat.

 

Cliff Lake 1/12/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

(Inspired by “I Am the Slime” by

Frank Vincent Zappa, 1940-1993)

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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