Washington Goose Step

By Cliff Lake

 

Washington Goose Step

 

They lie, prevaricate, distort the facts,

No time to govern, covering tracks.

Bombastic babbling, targeted backs,

Façade crumbles, black hearts bleed through the cracks.

 

Who still believes the sharpened tooth smiles?

Who still believes in 4D chess wiles?

Who still treads water in his talking point bile?

Who still believes that he ain’t in the files?

 

Who stands there secretly on the run?

Whose daily moves are always set on stun?

Who gives the orders behind criminal guns?

We need all of this over and done!

 

They ain’t never satisfied with what they’ve got:

Sticky fingers inserted into every pot.

Content to contaminate all with their rot,

And tell all of us to be happy with our lot.

 

Who still believes that man ain’t a child?

Who still believes that Vlad ain’t on speed dial?

Who still believes he doesn’t want to hear “Heil!”

Who still believes that he ain’t in the files?

 

Who stands there secretly on the run?

Whose daily moves are always set on stun?

Who gives the orders behind criminal guns?

We need all of this over and done!

 

Losers with shit careers never off the ground,

They sold their souls to a decrepit old clown.

All of their noses stuck deeply in the brown:

They will happily follow him right on down…

 

Who still believes in his gold-painted style?

Who still believes he’s something less than vile?

Who doesn’t believe that he should be on trial?

Who still believes that he ain’t in the files?

 

Who stands there secretly on the run?

Whose daily moves are always set on stun?

Who gives the orders behind criminal guns?

We need all of this over and done!

 

Who stands there secretly on the run?

Who is terrified of being undone?

Who gives the orders behind criminal guns?

We need all of this over and done!

 

We are sick of this; it needs to be done.

We are sick of him and his hired guns.

We are sick of this; it needs to be done.

We know where to find him, there’s nowhere to run!

We know where to find him, there’s nowhere to run!

We know where to find him…

There’s nowhere to run!

 

Cliff Lake 1/29/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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