Peter and the Lessen Plan

By Cliff Lake

 

Peter and the Lessen Plan

 

What value the precise praise brings:

You have exceeded Pete’s Principle.

What heights we endure of you,

We measure them in ordinance,

Though the costs are borne by the recipients.

How came you here?

The Sycophant’s Shuffle has stood you well.

 

And do you find yourself

In a five-sided playpen?

And do you get to play with real lives?

Short-dick shill,

Your sandbox bleeds.

 

Do you nightly medicate with Johnnie and Jack?

Or is it celebration?

What victory can you proclaim,

Other than having risen beyond your facility.

Whose purse do you spend from,

How will you pay the final cost?

Will your foxy friends rally to bail you out?

 

And do you find yourself

In a five-sided playpen?

And do you get to play with real lives?

Short-dick shill,

Your sandbox bleeds.

 

Praising the pedophile petitioner,

You propelled his pulpit proudly.

How did we Nazi you coming?

You came to where you are

By saying all the right things –

You’ll come to where you’re going

By making all the wrong moves.

 

And do you find yourself

In a five-sided playpen?

And do you get to play with real lives?

Short-dick shill,

Your sandbox bleeds.

 

Cliff Lake 3/30/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, VA, USA

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