Throw ‘em all
Over Niagara Falls
Who lack testicular fortitude
In other words *****!
The ones who acquiesce to
The President’s calls
While he runs the string
Of misplaced stalls

Throw ‘em all
Under the bus
It’s clear that they
Don’t care about us
Because it’s in Trump
Not God that they trust
They want to retain power
While the country goes bust

Throw ‘em all
In front of the train
Congress ya see
Had gone insane
It’s as if they’re
Missing a membrane
A protective cover
Shielding their brain

Throw ‘em all
Off of a high cliff
Give democracy
A parting gift
Their oaths in office
Are but a myth
They’re totally lacking
In their band widths











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By: Cedric McClester

Let the brown
Shoe polish flow
It’s the Rudy and Trump
**** show
As the covid-19 numbers
Continue to grow
And they try to reverse
The  outcome we know

Let the sweat
Pour down his face
America’s mayor,
Or a national disgrace?
He lies through his teeth
And in any case
He’s launching lawsuits
That are thrown out on their face

Let the affidavits
He says are the proof
Be entered in the courts
If they are the truth
Or let him drown his sorrows
In gin and vermouth
‘Cuz they don’t like the results
From the voting booths

Let the President
Try to intimidate
The election officials
From every swing state
By inviting them
To a White House lunch date
Where he hopes to convince them
To back his failed slate

















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By: Cedric McClester

Cut him and he’ll bleed
But he has a sick need
To never secede
So on his Twitter feed
Hw refuses to admit
That he clearly lost it
See without a doubt
He’s been voted out

Trump has thin skin
And now that Biden’s in
We’re left to ask when
He’ll stop the fraud spin
And face the true fact
We cancelled his contract
Though he gained blacks
He still got the axe

It’s not hard to get his gist
He’s an egomaniacal narcissist
Whose ignorance is bliss
That’s why he makes us so ******
He’ll even try to make the truth
From which he’s always been aloof
Into an outright blatant lie
He uses for an alibi

Cut him and he’ll bleed
Though he’s a different breed
Look at his Twitter screed
On that social media feed
Or listen to the things he says
Do you really want him to be your pres?
Let me take an educated guess
No! That man has no finesse






















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By: Cedric McClester

Here we go again
With his locker room talk
How the hell is Trump
Gonna deprive New York
Of the covid vaccines
That are so sorely needed?
When he won’t be in a position
To have his orders heeded

Trump doesn’t want us to have
An independent review
Of his warp speed vaccine
But wouldn’t you?
Considering it has been
Hastily rushed through
And we don’t know
To what lengths he might go to

He’s taking full credit
For what the researchers achieved
Like he came up with it himself
He’s not to be believed
The man carries his ego
Out on his sleeve
But he doesn’t acknowledge
The deaths of thousands we grieve

We can rejoice because
He’ll soon be gone
And there’s no need for us
To remain forlorn
Bet your bottom dollar
As sure as you’re born
Our divided nation
Won’t remain torn











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By: Cedric McClester

Stop the circus
Send the clowns home
Biden won the presidency
As they’ve always known
But you couldn’t tell it
By the behavior they’ve shown
Or by the number of lawsuits
That the Trump team has blown

Stop the circus
And the high wire act
Trump lost the election
And that’s just a fact
Although he wants
The presidency back
It’s not gonna happen
Now that he’s been sacked

Stop the circus tigers
From jumping through hoops
Trump lost the election
And that’s a big oops
Despite him having
All those supportive groups
It’s long past the  time
To send in the troops

Stop the circus elephants
From standing on
Each other’s backs
And banding together
Ignoring the facts
It doesn’t matter how
Profusely they wax
It's long past the time
That he got the axe





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By: Cedric McClester

We’re losing
Patience
With Trump’s
Baseless allegations
About voter fraud
Help us oh Lord
To become of
One accord

We’re losing
Patience
With his
Complacence
And disregard
For the
United States
Of all nations

We’re losing
Patience
Though Biden
Has been gracious
In the face
Of Trump’s bodacious
Moves that
Weren’t efficacious

We’re losing
Patience
Because of
Strained relations
And all
That is fallacious
Or blatantly
Mendacious





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By: Cedric McClester

Fox News makes me laugh
With their fuzzy math
Three against seventy-nine
Is a **** poor paradigm
For overturning an election
Where the American people
Have already made their selection
In the opposite direction

Although his skin is thin
There’s no way Trump can win
The transition should therefore begin
Immediately and he should resend
His order to his minions not to cooperate
Cuz that won’t change his fate
The one he has to anticipate
Going into the prison gate

The Republicans should be ashamed
To be caught up in Trump’s game
And pretend that it’s all the same
When the picture is out of the frame
They’re so afraid of his Twitter tweet
That they bow down at his feet
Trying to avoid the fate they might meet
Because it’s said revenge can be sweet

Seventy-nine percent of those polled
Believe Biden’s election will hold
And if I may be so bold
Trump’s resistance is leaving us cold
He’s gotta give up the ghost
And begin to realize that he’s toast
Before his **** is the roast
That we slice off the most












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By: Cedric McClester

The clay jar
Of deceit
Has been laid
At Michele Bachmann’s feet
Like it or not
Joe Biden did defeat
Donald Trump
And will soon take his seat

The clay jar
Of delusion
Made her reach
The false conclusion
That Biden didn’t win
But I don’t know
Where she’s been
Two seventy is what’s need
Which Biden far exceeded

Michele has
Called on God
To use His
Mighty iron rod
To smash
Biden’s facade
Although her prayer
Was flawed

She can’t accept
The truth
Biden’s numbers are
The proof
That’s why we raised
The roof
Because Biden
Is bullet proof








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By: Cedric McClester

We had happy feet
He had us dancing in the street
With word of his defeat
They say victory can be sweet
Although he’s  quite insistent
On being obstinately resistant
We must say that he’s consistent
He’s a pest who remains persistent

So let him reap the fruits
Of his frivolous lawsuits
He wants to die in his boots
Like guy on 5th Avenue he shoots
Cuz he can’t give up the ghost
Even though we know he’s toast
It’s the power he covets the most
Of which soon he cannot boast

It’ll be good to see him go
He and his outsized ego
He’s a  narcissist as we know
Who’s all hat and no cattle
Now it’s goodbye to good times
He must pay for his many crimes
And he can read between the lines
As erstwhile friends start dropping dimes

As soon as they became aware
They were raising their hands in the air
Waving them like they didn’t care
Dancing in the streets everywhere
Because the people heard their voice
And there was cause to rejoice
Cuz the people got their choice








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By: Cedric McClester

When you look at the man’s
Posture and his jargon
It’s clear to me, don’t cha see? that we
Had entered into a Faustian bargain
And if I may be so bold
The world did behold
That we lost our soul
To the allure of fool’s gold

So the logical deduction
For this deconstruction
Is that a change had to come,
Cuz he left us feeling numb
By representing the some
Instead of the many
See I would  be rich if I had a penny
For every time I asked, how can he?

How  can he, treat us
With such blatant disrespect?
When he was elected
To serve and protect
All of the people
Of the United States
Not just his acolytes
But also those he underates

The devil will promise you
Untold delight
If you’ll only abandon
What you know to be right
He makes everything
Seem sunny and bright
And many a fool
Has taken him light






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By: Cedric McClester

The long wait is over
The totals are in
Vice President Biden
Did clearly win
And soon his administration
Will actually begin
And we the people
Can exhale once again

The long wait is over
With all the votes counted
The roadblocks and obstacles
Were soundly surmounted
And the false allegations
Similarly were discounted
And the President’s high horse
Was finally dismounted

The long wait is over
Now we can rejoice
The people rose up
To raised their voice
Clearly Donald Trump
Wasn’t their choice
See it left him in tears
And his eyes are still moist

The long wait is over
And we’re finally free
From the grips of a mad man
And his tyranny
With the quiet parts spoken out loud
So we could all see
The kind of dictator
That he intended to be





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By: Cedric McClester

Daystar - shining bright
In the morning strong
Daystar- fought for right  
In a world that’s wrong
Daystar - wouldn’t go along
Just to get along
Daystar - Lived her life
Beyond the throng

Daystar - Tethered together
By love with Evergreen
Daystar - Fiery yes indeed
But still serene
Daystar - Not a bone in her body
That was mean
Daystar - Pioneer of the party
Known as Green

Daystar - In our hearts and minds
She will always be
Daystar - Followed her path in life
And her destiny
Daystar -  The progeny of black artists
Whose works we can see
Daystar - Like the  Indegenious Peoples
In her family tree

Daystar - A past master of
Literary arts
Daystar - Whose essays and books
Touched our hearts
Daystar - In a word was brilliant
Yes she had smarts
Daystar - Left us her legacy
As her transition starts




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BY: Cedric McClester

Lil’ Wayne
Has gone insane
He’s backingTrump
The black man’s bane
I know Wayne’s not
A human being
But I can’t believe
What I’m seeing

Lil’ Wayne
Has gone mad
He lost the street cred’
That he had
If it wasn’t so sick
It would be sad
To see him
Reaching out for dad

Lil’ Wayne
Just ain’t the same
And I don’t know
Who’s to blame
He backs Trump
Please explain
Hasn’t he caused us
Enough pain?

Lil’ Wayne
All up in the frame
Smiling with Trump
Like it’s a game
What it is
Is a crying shame
Guess that’s the price
He’s pays for fame





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I’m quarantined
Time passes slow
And I’m running
Out of dough
How far does a dollar go?
What the future holds
I don’t know?
Life’s become a real **** show

I’m quarantined
Can’t leave my house
I’m keeping company
With a mouse
I’m about to get
Myself ******
If God willing
I can stay housed

Thousands share
My sentiment
I can’t pay my
Monthly rent
And my landlord
Seems hell-bent
In kicking me out
He’s that intent

I don’t bother
Getting dressed
Speaking truthfully
I’m too depressed
And I don’t have
A job no less
But that you might
Well have guessed

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By: Cedric McClester

I know he thrills you
While he also kills you
So will you still  go
To the Trump Rodeo?
We’d like to know
It’s not a James Brown show
Where fans have to go
In the rain or snow

I know he turns you on
But enough to mourn
Long after he is gone?
Cuz you lost your senses
And paid the consequences
Of the virus spread
Hear what I said?
You could well be dead

What’s so fascinating
His style of debating
That most are hating?
Or is it his coiffure
Maybe it’s much more
Than how he wears his hair
That brings you there
Just to be fair

But whatever it is
The man is like the wiz
I’m talking square biz
Cuz people are hurting
And behind his curtain
Is just smoke and mirrors
Nothing that should scare us
It should just prepare us



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They’re dropping like flies
Wherever he appears
But we have a president
Who never cares
About the consequences of
The actions that he dares
While acting as if
He’s unawares

There’s only one thing
That he’s focused on
Getting reelected so
He isn’t gone
From the spotlight that
He’s coveted all along
He’s a weak president
Who projects like he’s strong

Meanwhile he talks about
Having turned the corner
While there’s an increased need
For a local coroner
He blame the pandemic on
A far eastern foreigner
And manages the virus
As if he’s a warrener

The fact of the matter is
He’s a total disaster
But he thinks he is
A past master
When it comes to everything
That he might be after
Which causes derision
And outright laughter













































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By: Cedric McClester

It’s not the doctors
Anymore
Cuz Trump’s in charge
And that’s for sure
He wants a comeback
To ignore
The actual science
He believed in before

The numbers are going
Through the roof
The hospitalizations
And deaths are the proof
He’s always been
The enemy of the truth
While Doctor Fauci
Is a coronavirus sleuth

The Faucis of this world
Rely on the data
While Trump pretends
That it doesn’t matter
It’s his turn at bat
And he’s the batter
For the American public
Nothing could be sadder

Trump thinks that he can
Talk it out of existence
We can tell by his constant insistence
That we’ve turned the corner
Because of passive resistance
Never mind the mask
And keeping social distance
Cuz we’ll have a vaccine
Long before Christmas








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By: Cedric McClester

Factory jobs
Ain’t coming back
Unfortunately
That’s a salient fact
Trump’s statements to the contrary
He needs to retract
It won’t happen by fiat
That’s presidentially backed

Factory jobs?
I’ve got news
Have gone out of style
Like high buttoned shoes
Stop lying to the people
You’re not Howard Hughes
You haven’t created a thing
Nor have you paid dues

Factory jos
Let’s shed a tear
Are past icons
From yesteryear
All but vanished
As they disappear
They no longer exist
As you might fear

Factory jobs?
Mr.President please!
We need a hand
To get off of our knees
You don’t wanna confront
That deadly disease
Which could bring us out of
This economic freeze
















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By: Cedric McClester

Let’s not call ‘em protesters
If they’re burning and
They’re looting
Let’s not call them protester
If they’re breaking glass windows
And shooting
Let’s call them what they are
Just blatant opportunists

Let’s not call them protesters
Which is not to suggest
That it wouldn’t be proper to
Call them insurrectionists
Let’s not get confused
As to what it is we’re seeing
When we observe them
Throwing objects while they’re fleeing

Let’s not call them protesters
Even when the cause is just
Because those hooligans
Don’t represent any of us
Let’s not call ‘em protester
When they’re stoking public fears
Let’s call them what they are
Simply put provocateurs

Let’s not call ‘em protesters
When they disregard the law
Let’s not call them protesters
Who are openly declaring war
Against the established order
Just to even a score
Let’s not call ‘em protesters
We never did before








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By: Cedric McClester

I want to offer consolation
For the downtrodden of this nation
Hope is on hiatus not on vacation
Its speedy return lies with the patient
I can understand your despair
But you also need to be acutely aware
That nothing lasts forever
See this present malady isn’t that clever

I’d like you to think for a minute
And yes I know we’re caught up in it
But ultimately it will go away
Exactly when I cannot say
Although one day it will disappear
And who knows if that moment’s near?
We need to proceed with all due care
Until the second that we get there

This has been a heavy load
And we’re all in pandemic mode
So wear your mask and wash your hands
And acquiesce to its demands
It will only be a little while longer
Every day we’re all getting stronger
Pretty soon we’ll have the cure
The very one we’re all looking for

You can call me an optimist
And I will certainly cop to this
But I can’t be no other way
I don’t know what else I can say
Cuz we were never in control
And I would never be so bold
Or even have the gumption
To make that assumption


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By: Cedric McClester

The President may be a goner
From the dreaded corona
Guess we haven’t turned that corner
Wonder if we’re ever gonna
He didn’t believe in wearing a mask
Whether he does now we’ll have to ask
Does he still find it a task?
Or does he want an oxygen mask

So much for his conspiracy theory
Of which by now we’ve become weary
Now his prognosis is so dreary
That I wouldn’t want him anywhere near me
And as for us turning a corner
If we believe this who do we honor?
When the President himself may be a spawner
Yet this breaking news may be a yawner

At the president’s constant insistence
And because he has such strong resistance
The White House doesn’t practice social distance
Because scientific facts he routinely dismisses
Now we’re playing a game of wait and see
Does he have it? You can search me
If he does as it might well may be
It will remain an ongoing mystery

Perhaps at last he’s learned his lesson
But he’ll probably keep us guessing
Though If he survives it will be a blessing
From on high there’s no contesting
I guess now he’ll take it serious
And if he doesn’t he’s probably delirious
Yet he could also be impervious
Though his behavior has been murderous!






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By: Cedric McClester

How come
It’s mostly us?
When cops decide
Their guns must bust
Yes it is
In God we trust
But you should
Understand our fuss

Shot seven times
In his back
Oh by the way
The man is black
A white boy
Shot two people dead
But police let him
Go home instead

Paralyzed still
Shackled to his bed
Where he’s going
They haven’t said
What’s the charge
It hasn’t been read
Would they prefer
That he was dead?

We are not
Equally treated
In an instance
Things get heated
Once we’re charged
It’s hard to beat it
When the judge says
Kindly be seated


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By: Cedric McClester

Fannin’ the flames
Of deep racial division
Has become
His new found religion
And a house divided
Cannot stand
Yet he’s promoted separation
Throughout this land

Fanning the flames
Of his raw hate
Will crush us all
Underneath its weight
And while I’m at it
Let me also state
What I am sayin’
Isn’t open to debate

That boy is talkin’
Out of his annis
By saying
He’s just tryna
Be famous
He’s a Trump supporter
Who will remain nameless
Killed two and wounded one
And so he’s not blameless

He’s just one more example
Of what hate can breed
As a Trump acolyte
Who closely paid heed
He’s also guilty
Of the blood that they bleed
So we need to pray
Trump doesn’t succeed


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By:   Cedric McClester

We're mourning in America
We have a right to grieve
The level of his incompetence
Is not to be believed
We’re approaching four years in
But what has he achieved?
With a sense of permanence
That sooner or later won’t leave

We're mourning in America
Because he’s so ill suited
For the office that he holds
I think he should be booted
And I can’t help but lament the fact
That our tax dollars have been looted
When it comes to the pandemic
The experts have been muted

We're mourning in America
Because we’re under a pall
And his slow response to the Covid-19
Is responsible most of all
But he uses it as an excuse
For the present economic stall
And he’s in cahoots with those who say
Where we go one go all

We're mourning in America
Take a look around
Listen closely and you can hear
That muffled drumming sound
For the countless thousands
Of loved ones in the ground
That after suffering through hell
We hope are heaven bound



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By: Cedric McClester

Something I’ve always hated
Is what needs to be stated
When the plot construction’s weighted
And the images are dated
Hollywood has black men fated
To wear dresses created
For us to be emasculated
Yet we’ve willingly participated
Think Tyler Perry’s Madea
Close your eyes and you can see her
From Good Times with its JJ
To Martin and his Shanaynay
They have always found a way way
To make buffoonery okay kay
And ***** are still on display
Up until this very day

Call it a judgment call
But when I think about Monster’s Ball
Staring Hallie Berry y’all
The whole race took a fall
Cos it left us all exhausted
Think of the stereotype it fostered
And the self-respect it lost her
Is what her Oscar cost her
When she said, “Make me feel gooood”
And that ******* pulled out his wood
Then plugged her where she stood
Cos she signaled to him he could
Her going crazy over getting’ his meat
Made me wanna throw-up in my seat
And to make the picture more complete
She put her body out there on Front Street

By now it’s plain to us she’s driven
But how she chooses to make their living
Doesn’t mean she has to be forgiven
Anymore than an Andre Piven
But enough on Hallie already
I don’t wanna make this thing too petty
There are others even more unsteady
Then a hot bowl of fresh spaghetti
I’m not a big fan of the Manns
I don’t like the way the camera pans
So when they’re on I make other plans
And my whole family understands
See I’ve had enough of those clowns
I don’t even need to meet the Browns
Which also probably explains
Why I haven’t reached out to the Paynes

Hollywood’s full of Harvey Weinsteins
In Gucci loafers and designer jeans
Creating havoc with off -camera scenes
While toying with some actor’s dreams
Now they’re falling like dominoes
But I guess that’s the way it goes
Like ******* up a producer’s nose
They feel invincible I suppose
But the actresses who feel embolden
No longer find themselves beholden
To the men who took advantage and sold ‘em
Everybody gets their turn to scold ‘em
In the wake of Kevin Spacey’s canards
A strong wind blew down his House of Cards
But isn’t that the way it always starts
Hollywood is full of broken hearts


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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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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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By: Cedric McClester

Are you hearing me?
It’s called tyranny!
The kind that we
Can plainly see
So are we free,
Or, exactly what
They want us to be?
Imprisoned lock and key

Are you hearing me?
And do you agree,
With the kind of tactics
We’re starting to see?
Against the people
Whose cacophony
Of protestant voices
Have constancy

Are you hearing me?
I’m on bended knee
Registering a futile plea
Knowing we don’t have to be
The kind of government
That others flea
Though that’s the kind
We’re starting to see

Are you hearing me?
He seems to be
On a law and disorder spree
Trying to impact our destiny
He wants to be president
So desperately
That he would do anything
To make that be


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By: Cedric McClester

How many records
Must be broken,
Before the President
Has plainly spoken?
About what it is
He plans to do
About the Corona Virus Flu
Cuz we all wish we knew!

While water is
An essential ingredient
But too much wasted time
Has been spent
Talking about how
Slow it flows
From a dishwasher
Or a garden hose

I don't care about
The Confederate flag
If it creates
An unnecessary lag
In getting back
The test results
After having to listen
To his childish insults

It took a while
To understand
That the President
Doesn't have a plan
That is to say
Other than
To get the economy
Up and running again

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By: Cedric McClester

It’s past time
That they make amends
The Karens, the  Beckys
And Kens
It’s high time
That they cleanse
The focus of their lens
If they want to be our friends

It’s their privileged
Attitudes
That alters
Our objective moods
See it’s hard
To reconcile
The high level
Of their bile

The Karens, the Beckys
And Kens
Are following
A sad trend
It doesn’t matter
The message they send
Or the people
That they offend

So if they
Take objection
For the naming
Selection
Or should demand
A correction
Can they then
Change their complexion?



















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By: Cedric McClester

He’s celebrating
The birth of a nation
That’s rapidly dying
Should we just be patient
As he consistently denies
The Covid contagion
That’s right before our eyes
And ignores the advice of the wise

Clearly he’s
Ridiculous
For asking us
To just blindly trust
When has he ever
Had our best interest at heart
Though now might be
The perfect time to start

He’s a prisoner
Of his vanity
So he won’t wear a mask
As we can see
Nor take expert advice
That he lets be
Cuz there are none so blind
Than those who refuse to see

He’s looking for
A made for TV moment
So he can try to one up
His opponent
But that won’t work
Though he hopes it will
Cuz he’s a ****
And will be one still








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By: Cedric McClester

What can we attribute
To his magical thinkin’?
We know that
He hates alcohol
So I don’t think he’s drinkin’
What makes him think
The virus will disappear,
Like magic just vanish in the thin air?

Could it be
That he’s
A freestyle juvenile
Or some one who’s
Simply put delusional
I haven’t come to any
Conclusion now
Other than magical thinkin’ anyhow

Would that we could
Just wish it away
But I fear that Covid’s
Here to stay
There are safety rules
We can obey
Like wearing masks
And stay a safe distance away

But he refuses to
Put on a mask
It’s pointless for us
To even ask
He’s just not up
To the task
In ignorance
He'd much rather bask













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By: Cedric McClester

The Russians
Are paying the Taliban
To **** our troops
In Afghanistan
And the situation’s
Gotten out of hand
Cuz the President hasn’t
Taken a stand

You’re **** tootin
They’ve been shootn’
And the President
Was raised on Fig Nootins
But one thing’s for sure
He won’t be disputin’
Anything said
By Vladimir Puin

When questioned, he said
That he wasn’t briefed
Which is something that
Naturally strains belief
Because if he wasn’t
That means good grief
The country is missing
A Commander and Chief

All we have
Is an obese slob
Who clearly isn’t
Doing his job
It’s enough to make
Your heart throb
Like that movie star
Billy Bob













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By: Cedric McClester

The White House occupant
Needs to do an
About face
Cuz racism isn’t
Gonna win this race
Like it did in 2016
When that was the cass
The American people are in another space

The White House occupant
Is quick to say that
Coronavirus will just go away
Like he has some magic
To keep it at bay
But we can’t believe
A word he has to say
Cuz he practices lying
Each and every day

The White House occupant
Ignored the intelligence
That was presented to him
And Vice President Pence
To say he didn’t receive it
Doesn’t make any sense
Even though we realize
That the man is dense

The White House occupant
Needs to be dispossessed
From 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
As you might have guessed
To a nursing home
Where he can convelese
From the dementia
He appears  to express













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By: Cedric McClester

They can camouflage
Their big long gun
While aiming for our leader
But we don’t have one
So they can undo
The movement we’ve begun
What they’re witnessing
Is completely homespun

They’ve killed past leaders
Like Malcolm and King
But who they gonna target now
Has them questioning
******* an idea
Whose time has come
They certainly can’t do it
With a big long gun

Now some of you may be
Too young to know
About a government operation
Known as Cointelpro
That infiltrated organizations
From not that long ago
That sought to liberate us
For sho’ for sho’

So what happened to the revolution?
That they tried to dampen
Through the murders of our heroes
Like Chicago’s Fred Hamptom
As we’ve seen our blood
Continued to slatter
But our lives aren’t cheap
CUZ BLACK LIVES MATTER!












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By: Cedric McClester

They’ve reported
That the virus is headed
To the 100,000 mark
But they say
Don’t tell the President
He can’t wish it away
Or else it might serve
To ruin his day

Don’t tell him
Why he should wear a mask
Cuz I really don’t think
He’s up to the task
Not to mention the fact
That he wouldn’t ask
He’s waiting for
The pandemic to pass

We know that he’s lost
In the Twilight Zone
So he exists
In a world of his own
It’s only him
That he’s ever known
Since his childhood years
And now he’s full grown

He’s busy trying to save
Our dead monuments
As he trots out
Vice President Pence
Whom he leaves front and center
To try to make sense
Of the quagmire we’re in
And remove the suspense
















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By: Cedric McClester

The Governor of South Dakota,
At her insistence,
Says the President’s visit to Mount Rushmore
Won’t include social distance
No matter how many catch Coronavirus
Because of her resistance,
It will do little
To dampen her persistence!

Some who should know better,
Just forge on ahead,
When they don’t have relatives
Among the sick or the dead
They haven’t heard a word
That the good doctor said
So they sleep soundly
When they go to bed

It used to be face coverings,
Now it’s a mask
If it’s our Vice President
You choose to ask
I guess the science served
To change him real fast
He’s now telling the President
To kiss his white ***

She must not care,
How many die,
On her watch,
Here’s the reason why,
It’s the hard science that,
She chooses to defy
So all I can say is
Goodbye Felicia bye!










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By: Cedric McClester

Let’s explore our
Deep divide,
A post-racial America?
Somebody lied!
Under Obama,
At least we tried
But post Obama
It seems to have died

Today we have
Torn off the scab,
And taken some gauze
While attempted to dab,
At the underlying sore
That we know we have
After applying a little salve

Race is everywhere
It permeates
Through our social consciousness
And personal hates
It’s presently launched
A thousand debates
Which suggests that
We’re in dire straights

The death of George Lloyd
Has us awoke
And through mass demonstrations
His still body spoke
All over the world
This is no longer a joke
Cuz now is the time
That we go for broke!






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