By: Cedric McClester

You say you want diversity

At your elite university

But your thirst for tuition

Places you in an awkward position

Because when your recruiter makes a call

Wealth will usually trump it all

And most likely it’s exclusive

Or should I say, non-inclusive?


So admission tends to be

Limited to the same folks I always see

In the line ahead of me

And, you won’t let me in for free

So never mind Affirmative Action

Which has undergone some redactions

Because of the adverse reactions

Of those expressing their dissatisfactions


It’s not a matter of superior intellect

As some of you might suspect

It’s the turf that you seek to protect

Like the monuments you *****

Attempts to level the playing field

Lack the same kind of appeal

I’m just trying to keep it real

But, you already know the deal

Despite how it makes me feel



And it’s not like we’re not driven

How many years of free labor have we given

You’re surprised that we’re still living

Or, that the past is not forgiven

But after all is said and done

The sins of the father will visit the son

So if you happen to be the one

Are my chances still slim to none?















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By: Cedric McClester

That *****-*** *****
Has found his niche
And is getting rich
But here’s the glitch
The Emolument  Clause
Because, because
Of what he exhibits
That it prohibits

That *****-*** *****
Finds himself in a ditch
But he refuses to switch
Because his palms itch
I swear to you friends
It’s all about the Benjamin
And he’s on a binge
You could say he’s  unhinged

That *****-*** *****
And his erstwhile friend Mitch
Both sing off pitch
Until you can’t tell which
One places first
At being worst
They both ignore the needy
And favor the greedy

That *****-*** *****
Like a buttonhole stich
Is only there to enrich
Things he has pitched
Like his property
With unusual glee
Which we all can see
He does nothing for free













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By: Cedric McClester

Our mayor’s running
For president
Though he’s
A Gracie Mansion resident
Guess he’s trying to set
A  precedent
Of a failing administrator
Who’s become hell-bent

On pursuing his ambition
You could say
He’s a man on a mission
But we’re the ones
Being played out of position
While he’s having fun
By his own admission
Hanging out a sign that reads, “gone fishing”

Being Mayor of New York City
Ain’t part time employment
Made for his convenience
Or for his enjoyment
Like a campaign stop
Requires redeployment
Being Mayor requires
Full-time employment

He’s running for president
Alll over the land
While homelessness at home
Is out of hand
We do our best
To try to understand
But he’s doing it
Just because he can














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By: Cedric McClester

Like that Batman character
He’s the Joker
But it’s clear to one and all
He’s no Al Roker
As a weatherman
He’s less than mediocre
And he’s no prognosticator
Of who'll get a soaker

He warned the folks
Who live in Alabama
That Hurricane Dorian
Would no doubt slam her
And he didn’t even
Say it with a stammer
Which caused meteorologista
Everywhere to clamor

The man’s lacking in curiosity
And doesn’t study
Reports that he should see
Like Marvin Gaye, all I can say
Is, “Mercy mercy me.”
He’s the leader of our nation
But, how could that be?
When he’s on vacation permanently

Lying is like
Breathing to him
See he prevaricates
On a mere whim
And the chances that he’ll change
Are none to slim
Because his prognosis has gone
From bad to grim


















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By: Cedric McClester

Shakespeare might have called it,
“Passing strange!’
That some do not believe
In climate change
Even though we’ve
Become estranged
From the atmosphere
That has rearranged

Some are inclined to dismiss,
The Green New Deal
Because to them
It’s lacking in appeal
Simply put, they say
That it’s unreal
So they attack it
With a sense of zeal

We just passed through
The hottest July on record,
Don’t believe me?
Go ahead and check it
Then use your intellect
To dissect it
Then what are you gonna do
To correct it?

It’s getting hotter
Each and every year
What does it take,
For them to start to fear?
What has to happen.
To make it crystal clear?
That our end
Increasingly is near!





















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By: Cedric McClester

The rich are ensconced
In mansions and in suites
Lying underneath their
Silk and satin sheets
While poor people
Are sleeping on our streets
Across the nation
This sad scene repeats

Massive tax cuts for
The rich and greedy
Very little for
The poor and needy
Get the picture?
It’s projected in 3-D
And this is not
Another case of poor me

I don’t know
Maybe, you’re unaware
That those in dire need
Of medical care
Who just happen to be
From elsewhere
Have been given
One hell of a scare

They’ve been told
They have to get out quick
In spite of the fact
They’re deathly sick
Whoever gave that order
Is a ****
Or one who lacks empathy,
Take your pick







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By; Cedric McClester

There goes another missle
In the North Korean sky
Which he  dismisses summarily
But he hasn’t told us why
All we hear from him
Is how much he loves the guy
The fact he is being played
Is something that he’ll deny

He talks about the nice letters
That his lover writes
‘Cuz he knows how to bait the hook
And also what excites
A dotard like his lover
Whom he envisions in tights
While he luls him to sleep
On those restless nights

South Korea and Japan
Understandably have concern
Because they know that the doltard
Is the type that will not learn
His hand is on a hot stove
But they'll probably get  burned
Once his lover reveals himself
And the table has finally turned

He hasn’t gone ballistic
As far as the doltard knows
But that’s not necessarily
What our intelligence shows
But he regularly ignores them
So we’ll have to take the blow
Perhaps he could think more clearly
Without ******* up his nose




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