Attack of the 80-Year-Old Clown

By Cliff Lake

 

Attack of the 80-Year-Old Clown

 

And the warplanes go bash and boom,

And a new distraction to consume,

And the records open that spell doom,

And the warplanes must dash and zoom.

 

Obliterated and gone forever,

Back again eight months along.

Some sort of hydra the head to sever,

Shows up again just for a song.

 

Don’t look there, look over here!

The cardinal points of misdirection.

Popeye in the headlights; the frightened deer,

Who’s up next for defection?

 

And the warplanes go bash and boom,

And the testimony in secluded room,

And the telltale records ever loom,

And the warplanes must dash and zoom.

 

Blondi spins, descending spiral,

All the wrong folks go to trial.

Bigly lies found out and gone viral,

Mitchell’s seat heats all the while.

 

And the warplanes go bash and boom,

And the records that must remain entombed,

And the agony just mushrooms,

And the warplanes must dash and zoom.

 

Wallets and kitchens going bare,

So we’ll just fry the Constitution.

Don’t you get sick, don’t you dare!

While we head for a final solution.

 

And the warplanes go bash and boom,

And ignore the economic gloom,

Or read the records that spell out doom,

And the warplanes must dash and zoom.

 

And the warplanes go bash and boom,

And the records must remain entombed,

And the agony just mushrooms,

And the warplanes must dash and zoom.

 

Cliff Lake 2/28/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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