Pigeon Parade

By Cliff Lake

 

Pigeon Parade

 

See the pigeons parade before your eyes,

Begin the tax-free enterprise.

You watch them stumble in the dark,

How long does it take to make your mark?

 

Slick talk, schtick walk, get them to gawk,

You’ll be gone before they take stock.

Line ‘em up and knock them down,

You just might be the worst game in town.

 

Long game, insane,

It’s a wonder anyone

Knows your real name.

No shame, bad strain,

It’s a wonder anyone

Allows you to maintain.

 

Is there to be a public offer?

Is there to be a peek into the coffer?

Prepare the distracting display:

You do best when they look the other way.

 

Shuffle them up, where is the queen?

You are the best they have never seen.

Keep them guessing and you keep them in play.

Keep them impressed and you keep them prey.

 

Long game, insane,

It’s a wonder anyone

Knows your real name.

No shame, bad strain,

It’s a wonder anyone

Allows you to maintain.

 

Not all hear the magic song.

You do not steer all the throng.

Do you fear it’s going wrong?

The time is near, the hour long.

 

How much longer are they hypnotized?

How many more times to roll the dice?

Can you keep them under the spell?

How many times have you dredged the well?

 

The game’s afoot and the clock is ticking,

Some more sharp input and they’re ripe for picking.

How much longer can this play, buttercup?

How much longer before the jig is up?

 

Long game, insane,

It’s a wonder anyone

Knows your real name.

No shame, bad strain,

It’s a wonder anyone

Allows you to maintain.

 

Cliff Lake 6/15/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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