By: Cedric McClester

They’re the ones who
Pull our strings
And do all sorts of
Other things
Who really are in charge
Of our government at large
While they’ve not been spotted to date
They’re known as The Deep State

The President is going
To extremes
In his search for
Coronavirus vaccines
And he’s blaming his own FDA
For constantly getting in his way
They’re The Deep State
He likes to say

The Deep State theory
Has been used
By cable networks
LIke Fox News
Who stands ready
To light the fuse
To give the rest of us
The blues

The Deep State flames
Are always fanning
By ex- presidential advisors
Like Steve Bannon
Who recently has lost
His standing
And has all but been
Presidentially abandoned


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By: Cedric McClester

There’s general congruence
Concerning their influence
Over this president
Who follows their content
Religiously speaking
For the information they’re leaking
Which he’s always seeking
Mornings, nights and weekends

Conspiracy theories
Like sugar plum fairies
Alway are around
Cuz his mind is unsound
So if the truth be told
He swallows them whole
If I may be so bold
Like a pirate likes gold

He’s off the wall
Always dropping the ball
Incapable of leading
So we’re not succeeding
In beating this thing
Like he said in late spring
As they did in Beijing
Which was once called Peking

Now it’s Q-anon
That has his mind gone
Because they said nice things
About what he brings
He’s unfit for the job
And besides he’s a slob
Who looks like the blob
Used like a doorknob










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By: Cedric McClester

He’s the kind of chaos
That we deserve
If we allow him
To once again serve
In his present capacity
Do we have the nerve?
Along with the audacity
Or even the swerve?

He stands between us
And our southern border
Against immigration
And a wall made to order
He’s a criminal enterprise
Who touts law and order
So don’t be surprised
By his speech disorder

As long as we
Have him around
Conspiracy theories
Will no doubt abound
Whether or not
Those theories are sound
Even after they’ve
Been run aground

We can only be saved
By him alone
He’s the greatest in that office
That we’ve ever known
But fortunately now
That his cover’s been blown
He’ll have to reap
The seeds that he’s sown

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By: Cedric McClester

Congress is
On retreat
Because every time
They meet
They leave there
In defeat
With nothing
That’s concrete

They argue
And they shout
Then forget
All about
Us needing
A way out
Now our future
Is in doubt

So they go
On vacation
While a desperate nation
Faces unemployment
And starvation
Yet we’re asked
To just be patient
We should man our battle stations

Who are they
Working for?
We should
Show them the door
We don’t need
Them  anymore
Cuz they’re
Rotten to the core







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By: Cedric McClester

Some people say
That Lindsey’s gay
But that’s okay
He’s always been that way
What bothers us is
Senator Graham is a certified ham
Who in the final analysis
Doesn’t give a ****

We’re annoyed
Cuz we’re unemployed
Thus null and void
And While he’s enjoyed
All the benefits
Of where he sits
He won’t bail us out
He admits

He rides private jets
And he also gets
Many other assets
With no regrets
While we’re left in the dust
Cuz he’s forgotten us
He’s out playing golf
While we go bust

He’s the president’s shill
Says the rumor mill
Quite a bitter pill
But even still
While the covert spreads
They don’t use their heads
Nor does he criticize
The death rate rise














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By: Cedric McClester

Uncle Tom’s son
Has been put up to run
Son of a gun
Look what he done, done
He’s your average ****
That is crazy as a loon
Let’s call him what he really is
A gadamn cartoon

Uncle Tom’s son
Who’s on the ballot to run
Met with the devil’s son-in-law
Who he has keeping score
Like he’s done before
Now he’s no longer hiding
He’s out to hurt Biden
By hoping that he’ll slide in

Uncle Tom’s son
Has followers by the ton
And though he’s quite absurd
They follow his every word
He’s a proven chump
Who’s now helping Donald Trump
And he would kiss his ****
If Trump told him to jump

Uncle Tom’s son
Mouth like a Gatlin gun
That he shoots off for fun
And he’s had a long run
But he’s playing himself now
He’s willing to scrape and bow
And I’m asking you for what?
Another avowed nut!






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By: Cedric McClester

We can’t go on
Living in their shadow
We too must one day
Rise up to battle
To try and correct
The wrong that we see
And write our own pages
In our history

They cast a long
And a wide shadow
Sacrificed much
To join in the battle
For equal rights
And equality
In order for all of us
To one day be free

Each of us has
A moral obligation
To further the ideals
Of this great nation
We have to do more
Than be silent and patient
Or sit on our hands
While being complacent

We can’t go on
Living in their shadow
We too must one day
Rise up to battle
To try and correct
The wrong that we see
And write our own pages
In our history













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