By: Cedric McClester

We know that he’s a hater,
But is he merely,
Our president,
Or is he a dictator?
It depends on which one
He considers greater
We see his type quite frequently
Down, below the equator

He’s now come down on
Social media,
With an executive order,
As we witness his term in office
Growing shorter and shorter
He doesn’t believe that anyone
Should have the right to check him
But we certainly have the right, not to reelect him

If we didn’t have a Constitution,
He’d rule with an iron fist
Which is what the founding fathers
Encouraged us to resist
We broke away from the King
Not just to elect a despot
But that notwithstanding anyway
That seems what we have got

His gives out executive orders
Like others give out edicts
Unsteadily on his feet
In need of new orthopedics
But be that as it may
It’s just a matter of time
Before we change the guard
And find a brand new paradigm













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By: Cedric McClester

From his bully pulpit
All we get is *******
Clearly he’s a misfit
You’ll have to admit
He’s a Twitter addict
And that’s problematic
When he’s so emphatic
At causing so much static

You best be believing
I have been retrieving
The lies he’s conceiving
To him it’s like breathing
Despite this pandemic
He’s a master of polemic
That’s almost alchemic
At a rate that’s epidemic

No more benign neglect
Now that he’s being Twitter checked
He’s ******* I suspect
It’s about time, what the heck?
He has nothing to say
About us dying every day
Why should reality get in his way
While pretending it’s okay

From his platform he deflects
By writing bogus checks
To the usual suspects
Or some others he collects
And while by some admired
He’s making others tired
Because we’re not inspired
It’s high time that he’s fired










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By: Cedric McClester

We’ve come full circle,
So we’ve stopped asking why?
How many black people
Have to needlessly die?
At the hands of police
When something’s gone awry
And is good judgement
Ever gonna apply?

We’ve come full circle,
We’re at the end of our rope
We’d like to be optimistic
But we’re about to give up hope
That anything will change
Without a whole lot of soap
To clean up the mess
Underneath our microscope

We’ve come full circle,
And reached this conclusion
Equal treatment under the law
Is merely an illusion
If it ain’t an errant bullet
Or a fractured skull contusion
It’s death by strangulation
As a result of the confusion

We’ve come full circle,
On this ferris wheel
And if they were in our shoes
They’d know how we feel
All we’re asking is that
They be even keel
Before unnecessarily
Drawing their steel









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By: Cedric McClester

Clearly the man
Is in a lurch
He now demands
We go to church
Straight away from
White House perch
In defiance to
The latest research

The nation’s death rate
Keeps on rising
Yet the President
Keeps criticizing
The nation’s governors
Without realizing
The safety plans
That they’re devising

Christians Jews and
Muslims all know
They can pray at home
Although, in the mosque
It’s shoulder to shoulder
And toe to toe
Which doesn’t allow
For social distancing yo

I wonder what on earth
Provoked his decision?
Was it politics or
His new found religion
The former rather than the latter
I envision
He campaigns
With a sense of derision









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By: Cedric McClester

It was the ****
And then the dust
Then crack *******
Became a must
Then ******
Betrayed my trust
Now it’s Oxycodone
For which I lust

Ever since
I was addicted
You could say
I’ve been conflicted
After all
It was who picked it
A time or two
I even kicked it

Over time
I lost my place
They took me to
Another space
Thought i was high
In any case
But I was low
A **** disgrace

That’s my history
As it were,
Don’t ask me which
I most prefer
To tell the truth
It’s been a blur
Whichever or
Doesn't occur










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By: Cedric McClester

**** a *****,
Day or night
And it’s gonna
Be alright,
As long as
The perp is white,
He won’t event have
To take flight

**** a *****,
Shoot him down!
Don’t you have,
Another round?
Then  we’ll call it,
Hold your ground
If we’re called on
To expound

**** a *****,
Here’s the reason,
The black man’s burden
Don’t need easing
When it comes to them
It’s  open season
And it don’t need
No rhyme or reason

**** a *****,
If you can
Start a race war
They can’t win
Now’s the time
So let’s begin
It doesn’t matter
Where or when








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By: Cedric McClester

You can tell
By his noncompliance
That he has
Absolutely no reliance
Upon the prevailing
Science
By his demonstrated
Defiance

Even when
Politely asked
He goes into factories
Completely unmasked
As if that is
Too hard a task
He’d much prefer
To show his ***

He tells one and all
That he’s been tested
And while it’s nice
That he confessed it
It’s not the point
He won’t admit
That what he passes
They could get

Hasn’t he heard
Of a false negative
That many anti-body tests
Tend to give
Is that something
He can live with
Like the symbol of death
Complete with his scythe






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