By: Cedric McClester

To say you’re worried
About debt
Implies you think
That we forget
When it comes
To the rich
You’re not upset
You give it up and never fret

The working poor
Support the economy
And six hundred dollars
Is a megre fee
Yet that’s an amount
That you can’t see
Shaking loose
From your money tree

Would you prefer
Since you’re conflicted
That we go hungry
And get evicted
Only because
You’ve interdicted
That’s an option, but
Remember you picked it

You’ll excuse my polemic
We’re in the middle
Of a worldwide pandemic
Which you’ve neglected
It’s almost systemic
But instead you probably think
That it’s all academic
Or maybe you believe it’s alchemic









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By: Cedric McClester

He’s killing us
Don’t cha see
While talking about
What used to be
When there was
An economy
That he inherited
For free

He’s ignoring
Sound advice
While selling us
A dream that’s nice
Yet the death rate has
Doubled more than twice
While he continues
To roll the dice

He’s running for
Reelection
The.first time out
Was a bad selection
What we need
Is a resurrection
We can’t afford
His imperfection

How much more
Are we supposed to take?
When there’s a clear choice
That we could make
Aren’t we entitled to
Some kind of break?
I’m askin this
For all of our sake




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By: Cedric McClester

Donald Trump can kiss my ***
I’m writing this to put him on blast
Cuz as our president he’s been miscast
Everyone should wear a mask
Here’s a true and salient fact
When it came to coronavirus
He was slow to act
Perhaps that explains why the deck’s been stacked

Write it down as part of this stip’
Despite him having lots of lip
He hasn’t provided any leadership
So on our radar he’s just a blip
He’s a poor excuse for a president
I’m not the only one who shares this sentiment
When it comes to dividing us he seems hell-bent
And no matter what I say he will not relent

Evidence is more than ample
That he refuses to lead by example
He’s too vain for us to sample
And find me one norm, that he hasn’t trampled
He’s unconditionally unqualified
And time after time we find that he’s lied
But where he hasn’t, we know that he’s tried
And none of what I’ve said can be denied.

Donald J. Trump is a clear disaster
He’s in bad need of prayer and a pastor
And should accept Jesus Christ as his master
Instead of cozying up to that Fox newscaster
But he is a hopeless narcissist
Whose own self image he can’t resist
And long age should have been dismissed
But all he’s gotten is a slap on the wrist







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By: Cedric McClester

Vladimir Putin put out a hit
On American soldiers
And Trump ain’t said ****
Not a word of condemnation or rebuke
As if the intelligence he received
Was some kind of a fluke
Any other president
Would have put up his dukes

To Vladimir Putin
Trump is a punk
And he’s Michael Jordan
Making a slam dunk
All over Trump’s puny head
He listens to every word
That the Russian said
But none of the information
That he’s been fed

If he weren’t the president
There’d be ample reason
To bring him up on charges
Of capitol treason
There’s enough evidence
Of his malfeasance
Which undergirds everything
That give this charge credence

Donald J. Trump has betrayed
His oath of office
As well as those still in
The Republicam caucus
Which under his influence
Had been nothing short of racus
It should be enough to
Make you noxious




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By: Cedric McClester

He’s taking advantage of
The social unrest
In one of our whitest states
Nonetheless
He’s succeeding
As you might have guessed
In sowing discord
Nevertheless

He’s hoping that things
Get way out of hand
So he can bring in
More of his merry band
Of federal agents
Like the law says he can
To patrol the streets
In an unmarked vans

He’s billing himself as
Mr. Law and Order
Just like he did
At the Mexican border
He’ll clean up our cities
In such short order
And he won’t need a wall
To quell the disorder

See he’s promoting
A dystopian view
Of our country
Like oligarchs do
Suggesting it’s not
The same as we knew
Run by the majority
But rather the few





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Words by: Cedric McClester

“We can’t let science,
Get in the way of
Opening schools,”
Said the Kayleigh McEnany
To nitwits and fools
As she puffs nervously
On a pack of Kools
While openingly breaking all the rules

See she can afford to
Talk that wild
Cuz she doesn’t have
Chick nor child
And we know full well
Covid’s not out of style
Though she might live in
The Isle of Denial

She’s a good servant
Serving her master well
As far as he’s concerned
We can all go to hell
But she’s hypnotized
And is under his spell
So she responds
When he rings her bell

Our children shouldn’t be
Pawns in his game
When we know full well
Everything’s not the same
He knows it too
But what he hopes to gain
Is to be reelected
Despite all the pain







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By: Cedric McClester

You might take note
Congressman John Lewis fought
For our right to vote
But nevertheless
That right is
Being suppressed
In hamlets and towns
Of Blacks and Browns

As a matter of fact
He got his skull cracked
Crossing the Edmund Pettus, Jr. Bridge
Just for that privilege
Which we take for granted today
And some want to take away
But if we’re not vigilant
We’ll ask where the right to vote went?

John Lewis didn’t live in a bubble
He believed in promoting good trouble
And everywhere that he went
He professed that sentiment
And spent many sleepless nights
Thinking about our civil rights
In case you’re wondering what all the fuss is
He also integrated lunch counters and busses

So now in his final hour
We bid that he rest in power
And gets the slumber
That he so well deserves
The slumber of one
Who dutifully serves
All of humanity
With selfless humility



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