By: Cedric McClester

As he sets his sights
For the election in 2020
He has vulnerabilities
We can cite aplenty
Does he have supporters,
Numbering in many,
Or a loyal handful
If in fact there’s any?

Has he become somebody
That the people should adore,
Or is he the same *******
That he was the day before?
If we judge him by his policies,
He’s rotten to the core
And, an inherent danger
We can’t afford to ignore

He’s been an experience
That only goes to show
You may think you do
But you never really know
How far the ridiculous
Can ultimately go
When people decide
To just go with the flow

This whole conversation
May prove to be for naught
If Mueller has his way
And the President gets caught
In a web of lies,
Concerning his collusion
Though he hopes he’ll reach
Quite a different conclusion










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By: Cedric McClester

All it tends to do
Is make me grimace
When people operate off
Of the false premus
That the color of their skin
Make them supremacists
Cuz I take on the role
Of polemicist

Hate’s in vogue
Once again
Some people wonder
Did it ever end?
Others take comfort
If they pretend
That we’re postracial now
So let’s begin

Some people like to
Fan the racial flames
I don’t think it’s necessary
For me to name the names
Anyway you slice it
They’re playing dangerous games
By insisting on making all kinds
Of outrageous claims

We’re all equal
In the sight of God
To pretend differently
Is called fraud
If that describes you
Then your thinking's flawed
See we all have value
And we should be awed





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By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.

Hate will consume us all
As one by one we fall
In a church,
School yard or mall
We are facing a brick wall
And it’s become a siren call
Of how hatred
Will envelop us all

Hate will bury us
And turn us all to dust
Like a scab with an oozing crust
Until we all go bust
As eventually we all must
If it’s in God we trust
Then what should be discussed
Is how we remain nonplussed

Hate will not denigrate
Underneath its own weight
So let’s not swallow the bait
That will ensure our fate
Becomes what we anticipate
Albeit too little too late
It’s such a heavy freight
And if you will, a checkmate

Hate is such a heavy load
That it will explode or implode
Ensconced in its abode
While still in hatred mode
As history has showed
When we go down that road
For all that it forebodes
The remaining episodes





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By: Cedric McClester

Hatred decked out
In free speech finery
Isn’t opaque
It’s clearly binary
Give us a break
‘Cos we can see
How it’s directed
At you and me

On the surface
Hatred would appear
To have an objective
That's not very clear
To anyone other than
Those who might share
In the ultimate goal
Of its puppeteers

By another name
Like free speech
It's hatred no less
Listen while I teach
Because it's a game
That must be impeached
By those who'll make the claim
That it’s only free speech

Hatred is subterfuge
Which is implicated
By how it is used
It's easy for us
To become confused
But it's still a tactic
That's often abused
Think of it as a convenient ruse


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By: Cedric McClester

Hatred decked out
In free speech finery
Isn’t opaque
It’s clearly binary
Give us a break
‘Cos we can see
How it’s directed
At you and me

On the surface
Hatred would appear
To have an objective
That's not very clear
To anyone other than
Those who might share
In the ultimate goal
Of its puppeteers

By another name
Like free speech
It's hatred no less
Listen while I teach
Because it's a game
That must be impeached
By those who'll make the claim
That it’s only free speech

Hatred is subterfuge
Which is implicated
By how it is used
It's easy for us
To become confused
But it's still a tactic
That's often abused
Think of it as a convenient ruse

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By: Cedric McClester

Have you ever been
Lonely inside a crowd?
Or have you ever wanted
To just scream out loud?
Have you ever thought
About suicide,
Until the negativity
Within you finally died?

Have you ever found yourself
In such a dark space?
That you wanted to abandon,
The human race?
Have you ever been
Crushed by your own fears
That you found yourself
Drowning in your own te

Have you ever thought about,
What’s coming next?
Or has contemplation
Just left you complexed?
Have you ever been on,
Such a downward spiral?
That your melancholy,
Seemed like it went viral?

Have you ever found yourself
In such a dark space?
That you wanted to abandon,
The human race?
Have you ever been
Crushed by your own fears
That you found yourself
Drowning in your own tears

By: Cedric McClester

Have you heard the news
About Senator Ted Cruz
Fleeing the Lone Star state
That’s been freezing of late?
That supercilious buffoon
Took his family to Cancun
From all I’ve been told
To escape the Texas cold

Is it just a telltale sign
That he should resign
From the office that he holds
As more bad news unfolds?
In my jaded eyes
He doesn’t sympathize
With his constituents
Which doesn’t make no sense

He’s a snake covered in vaseline
If you know what I mean
The power hungry type
Who’s lower than a guttersnipe
Doing anything to appease
By getting on his knees
Just to kiss the ring
Of a self-appointed king

Like other educated fools
He attended the best schools
He has lots of brains
But the fact still remains
He has very little respect
For his voters’ intellects
But as sure as you’re born
I feel that he’ll soon be gone


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By: Cedric McClester

He had to be coaxed
To stop calling it a hoax
Along with conservetive blokes
Who were cracking jokes
Prohibiting travel from China
As well as Asia Minor
For an Executive Order signer
Didn’t make him a hardliner

He told us to our faces
There were only 15 cases
But upon what basis,
Was he projecting an oasis?
He tended to dismiss
And continued to insist
We weren’t at an abyss
Because he’s not a realist

When it was time to show and prove
He was slow to move
On measures to improve
The things that should behoove
A president to act
To acquire what we lack
That’s just a salient fact
He should have had our back

Now it’s too little
Or too late
Though it’s open to debate
He might have sealed our fate
But I anticipate
It’s a storm that we can weather
If we’re all in this together
And going forward he’s more clever




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By: Cedric McClester

This ain’t another American Pie
Where the story’s protagonists happens to die
This is more a question of wondering why
Equal justice in most cases isn’t applied
Every time an unarmed victim is killed by a cop
Whose response to the circumstance is over the top
You can hear as the bullets go pop pop pop
It’s a head scratcher wondering will it ever stop

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

Some prove the lie
By trying to apply a religion they deny
As the reason why
The innocent must die
‘Cos if they took a look
Their own Holy Book
Condemns the actions that they took
So in hell they’re gonna cook

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

He’s guilty on all counts
Which logically amounts
If the jurors choose to pounce
To death with no discounts
He deserves to die
And it’s obvious why
If he’s gonna have to fry
It’s too late for him to cry

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

Thanks to the rapper Jay-Z
Who doesn’t want us streaming free
We won’t be able to ya see
If we wanna hear Queen B
Or that girl Rihanna



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By: Cedric McClester

He appeared on 60 Minutes
But did they get it right
When he said the demonstrators
Had no reason to have fright
When asked about his tweeting
In the middle of the night
He said he would more or less
Be a presence on that sight

He appeared on 60 Minutes
With his hair in perfect place
Answering their questions
While trying to make a case
For deporting immigrants
By the millions he would chase
To the deportation centers
That had sufficient space

He appeared on 60 Minutes
And was asked Roe vs Wade
Which he said was already law
Women need not be afraid
But he’d appoint Supreme Court Judges
Who would throw some shade
On that abortion law
That then the states would have to save

He appeard on 60 Minutes
With his wife and family in tow
To inform their TV viewers
How far they all would go
To support their patriarch
Charged with running the show
They would have no formal role
Which the people had to know




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By: Cedric McClester

Those heartless sons of *******
Comprised of warlocks and witches
Sitting at home with their riches
Need to be kicked in their britches
Like people who are totally unaware
They’re telling us that they really don’t care
About those children who sit and stare
Looking for parents who are not there

Those callous *******
Must think that we’re all suckers
Like the coalminers and truckers
Or the closed factories of pluckers
Deep down South in the chicken belt
Must know how those children felt
Considering the hand they were dealt
Which should make their cold hearts melt

But they’re oblivious
To their pledge, “In God we trust,”
They could care less about the rest of us
Which for the empathetic would be a must
They don’t walk in our shoes
But that’s no new news
It’s something they’d never choose
To the contrary they refuse

Those Trumpian *******
As earlier stated,” *******!”
Constantly tryin to duck us
Would like nothing better than to chuck us
But through the magic of videotape
They can try but  they won’t escape
The public’s scrutiny
It’s there for us all to see


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By: Cedric McClester

He began
The conversation
That’s reverberated
Throughout the nation
You see his mouth
Is never vacant
Maybe we’ll
Have to be patient

Hear him
As he rants and shouts
Let’s keep
Mexicans and Muslims out
Because he hasn’t
Any doubt
They’re what terror’s
All about

But what he seems
To have blown
We have terror
That’s homegrown
Which is something
He should have known
As our history
Has clearly shown

But blame it
On the other guy
Then invent a reason why
Logic has to
Up and die
While he invents
Another lie
To give himself
An alibi










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By: Cedric McClester

He calls her his girlfriend
Did he say something wrong?
See what he feels for her
Is so genuine and strong
And he sincerely believes
It’s with him that she belongs
They have the kind of relationship
That’s written about in songs

She makes him feel good
And he returns the favor
The feelings that they share
Is for both of them to savor
She shows off the ring
That he lovingly gave her
He rubs her down with scented oils
Every time he bathes her

He calls her his girlfriend
By now that’s what she is
Though he has his own place
And doesn’t live where she lives
They’re always together
So their relationship doesn’t fizz
Though her ex is jealous
‘Cos her boyfriend takes care of biz

He calls her his girlfriend
As a term of endearment
And doesn’t find that label
To be an impairment
To how they’re perceived
Cos their public believes
Neither of them have
Anything up their sleeves



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By: Cedric McClester

He can’t hide from the truth
His impeachment is the proof
His base won’t tell ‘em that he goofed
And some of ‘em will raise the roof
They’ll obfuscate and outright lie
And be counted on for an alibi
See there ain’t nothing he won’t try
Nor an accusation he won’t deny

Seven thousand lies and counting
Once a mole hill now a mountain
And the things that he keeps touting
Has us asking what about ‘em?
We can’t believe a word that’s said
Nor what’s coming out his head
He has our allies seeing red
Who pray for him before bed

“It was a perfect conversation,”
At least that’s what he tells the nation
Over half are losing patience
If you will, think United Nations
Like a poker player’s tells
All he sees are oil wells
While ISIS keeps on building cells
But that doesn’ t ring his bells

No resistance to interference
From the Russians, by all appearance
In fact he seems to give them clearance
To continue their adherence
He’s invited China into the mix
So he can get Joe Biden fixed
But we’re savy to his tricks
So now he’ll have to take his licks


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By: Cedric McCleste

He continues lying
About John McCain
Who is dying
And Papa Bush 43
Who’s well in his 90’s
We see
And then there’s what’s her name
The one he always defames

He's a piece of work
But it’s not our fault
That he's a ****
Giving out pardons
And perks
To those undeserving
Twerks
Who are part of
His sick networks

He's a big fat buffoon
Who needs desperately
To change his tune
He's a whale
We'd like to harpoon
And his demise
Can’t come too soon
For those he likes to impugn

Does he really think
We don’t know
That his wife’s
Just a reformed ***
Who he parades out
Even though
In her past life
She was a pro



















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By: Cedric McClester

He’s a man
That they say doesn’t drink
But peace is more elusive
Than he may think
Now he’s really gone
And done it
Crossed the line
Though he hasn’t won it

He’a enamored by
Kim Jong-Un
He loves him too
Or, so he assumes
So his ambition
Goes to the moon
Even though he’s
Dealing with a goon

North Korea hasn’t
Changed one bit
Which is something
That he won’t admit
He thinks he’s mastered
The art of the deal
Which is precisely what
Un wants him to feel

Crossing the line
Was indeed historic
But that’s no reason
For him to be euphoric
It was a gesture
Bordering on sophomoric
Like the antics of
The movie character Borak















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By: Cedric McClester

He didn’t mean it
Or ain’t gonna do it
If he intended to
Clearly he blew it
Now we can say
We always knew it
Asking why did he
Put us through it?

He didn’t mean it
Although he said it
Some might have heard
Or perhaps read it
But either or
We can’t forget it
Let’s hope we don’t
Live to regret it

He didn’t mean it
In case you care
We always knew
He was insincere
Things rarely are
As they appear
I’m trying to be
Perfectly clear

He didn’t mean it
As we can see
When he said
Our lunch was free
It’s never been
For you or me
Or for the folks
At Wounded Knee












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By: Cedric McClester

He doesn’t gives a ****,
Whether the children
Are brought back.
Especially if they’re brown,
They might as well be black!
Judging by the way
He usually tends to act
Sad as that is, it’s no less a fact

He doesn’t give a ****,
That they were separated.
I’m talking about the President
Whose policy was instated
His racism is well known,
Which can’t be debated
The evidence is clear
And it needs to be stated

He doesn’t give a ****
How the rest of us feel,
Or whether, or not
It’s underneath appeal
We shouldn’t be surprised
Once we know the deal
Everything he does
Seems to be surreal

He doesn’t give a ****
About anybody else.
Other than the obvious,
In other words, himself.
Never mind those cages
Or if they’re on a shelf
It went down in secret
Some would call it stealth



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By: Cedric McClester

He doesn’t read books
Or take second looks
Before he sinks his hooks
Into the stews he over cooks
So let me get this off my chess
If I had to take a guess
What he deems a great success
Is considerably much less

And let’s not forget
That he trolls the internet
Then places his bet
Based on misinformation - yet
He touts it like it’s gospel
Even though that is quite awful
Sometimes not even lawful
Because rarely is he thoughtful

He doesn’t take advice
Or think about it twice
Instead he rolls the dice
For us to pay the price
And pay the price we will
For the freedoms he will ****
Clearly he just needs to chill
But I doubt he ever will

He’s a creature of TV
That they’ve dubbed “reality”
But how could that be
When it’s foolishness ya see
Look who he’s surrounded by
It’s enough to make you cry
That they promote a lie
Then make it an alibi















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By: Cedric McClester

He isn’t a fan of
John McCain
But the fact of the matter
Will remain
Despite the hurtful
Words he said
John McCain
Is no less dead

John McCain
Was a prisoner of war
The same war
Trump chose to ignore
Yet he is still
Keeping score
Against a dead war hero
Because Trump is a bore

I believe what
Will Shakespeare said
The evil men do
Lives on when they’re dead
From the play Julius Caesar
Which Trump never read
Makes one wonder what goes on
Inside his small head

He’ll never be the man
That John McCain was
You only have to look at
What that narcissist does
To know that he’s sick
Because, because
No one makes more faux pas










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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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Words by: Cedric McClester

He’ll no longer be
Our President
Nor will he be
A White House resident
He’ll be the guy
Who came and went
And I happen to
Second that sentiment

He’ll no longer be
An American oligarch
He’ll be someone whose bite
Doesn’t match his bark
Someone who talks to himself
In the dark
And won the presidency
As a lark

He’ll no longer be
The titan he was
That’s what losing an election
Sometimes does
And his Twitter feed
Will lack its buzz
Now that he’s retired
Just because

He’ll no longer be
The celebrity
That we constantly see
On Fox News TV
He’ll be part of a failed
Conspiracy
That **** near deep sixed
Our democracy
















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By: Cedric McClester

He’ll tell ya if you ask him
Cuz it’s a salient fact
That he voted against that ill-advised war
That we fought in Iraq
He was overjoyed
When they brought the soldiers back
And he stated for the record
That it was no way to act

And if you question him
A little closer
You’ll find that he’s a non-interventionist
Because we can’t police the world
With an iron fist
Talk with him some more
And he’ll tell you this my friend
As a policy intervention must end

We can’t continue to
Take one side in opposition to the other
And then try to broker peace
Like a well meaning brother
We deal with leaders that we hate
But our southern neighbor Cuba
We continue to isolate

Everybody’s fighting now
To be Israel’s best friend
Without being even handed in the least
Towards the Palestinian
We may share democracy
And similar self-interests
But it’s the height of hypocrisy
To feign our indifference

We can’t continue to
Take one side in opposition to the other
And then try to broker peace
Like a well meaning brother
We deal with leaders that we hate
But our southern neighbor Cuba
We continue to isolate


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By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.

Help me if you can
Try to understand
Man’s inhumanity to man
Is it part of nature’s plan?
That we demonstrate
Our innate hate
By trying to annihilate
Those of equal weight

Why do we wage war,
And try to even the score
Like we never did before?
Is hate at the core?
It’s a motivating factor
Or it’s main attractor?
Cos it’s for the birds
And I am lost for words

In a local supermarket
Innocents are the target
Their lives never the same
As a mad man takes his aim
While quenching his desire
For mayhem through gun fire
The situation’s long past dire
As people will expire

So I pontificate
While trying to contemplate
The end results of hate
All over our landscape
And then I weigh the cost
All be it at a loss
Because it isn’t right
In our Creator’s sight

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By: Cedric McClester

Help me understand
This in not a Muslim band
Against those from Muslim land
Whose skin is brown or tan?
Though they’re ones cited
To be held or not invited
To this homeland of the free
It’s a mystery to me

Help me understand
How the hatred that you fan
Across the desert sand
Can achieves objectives planned?
When your Islamaphobia
Has your enemies disrobing ya
About your claustrophobia
It's reminiscent of Cambodia

Help me understand
Assuming that you can
Show me that it’s other than
A straight up Muslim ban?
See the seven countries that you picked
Is why the notion clicked
They’re the ones that you constrict
With your macho fueled edict

Help me understand
Was your rollout planned
To show the world your backhand
It's sinking you like quicksand?
See the trust has been broken
And people have clearly spoken
Telling you that they’re heartbroken
But your answers are merely token












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By: Cedric McClester

He must have thought
That he was all alone
When he spoke so loud
He was heard on the phone
By those there  listening
As he started to moan
About Hunter Biden
Now it’s publicly known

He must have thought
That it would be alright
To smear the ambassador
Out in plain sight
Hoping that it would
Make others uptight
So they wouldn’t do
What they thought was right

He must have thought
The end justifies the means
But that wasn’t true
Even in his teens
Cuz that logic isn’t worth
A hill of beans
Although duplicity
Must be in his genes

He must have thought
That it would be overreach
For the Dems to decide
To finally impeach
But there’s a lesson here
For Congress to teach
There are clear limits
To what can be breached



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By: Cedric McClester

He never said when,
But he clearly said what
Which is further proof
That the man is a nut
Who’s more than prepared
To place us in a rut
No, if ands maybes or but

He conducts foreign policy
By sound bites and twits
Because he’s unpredictable
Everyone admits
And his rationale comes
In starts and fits
Gleened from the toilet
Between taking *****

His indiscretions are
There to see
Because he’s no stranger
To adultery
So his response is,
While that may be
It‘s nothing more
Than ancient history

He notified them
Not to give ‘em a scare
But rather so they would
Have time to prepare
It doesn’t take a genius
To see treason there
But he thinks the public’s
Too dumb to be aware

By: Cedric McClester

Despite some misconceptions
And attacks
Endure for centuries
By us blacks
Let me lay down
Some unknown facts
How ‘bout we start with
Henrietta Lacks

For most of us
After our death
Other than memories
What else is left?
For our survivors
The bereft
Yet her cells live on
It’s a matter of theft

From Henrietta’s
Cancerous cells
A bold idea
Suddenly jells
Spawning cures for cancer
As her biographer tells
And in vitro fertilization
Other things as well

Science took complete advantage
Of her cells
Which they still manage
Though she died of cervical cancer
Her cells provided them
With the answer
To scientific mystery
Check out her cells history











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By: Cedric McClester

Despite some misconceptions
And attacks
Endure for centuries
By us blacks
Let me lay down
Some unknown facts
How ‘bout we start with
Henrietta Lacks

For most of us
After our death
Other than memories
What else is left?
For our survivors
The bereft
Yet her cells live on
It’s a matter of theft

From Henrietta’s
Cancerous cells
A bold idea
Suddenly jells
Spawning cures for cancer
As her biographer tells
And in vitro fertilization
Other things as well

Science took complete advantage
Of her cells
Which they still manage
Though she died of cervical cancer
Her cells provided them
With the answer
To scientific mystery
Check out her cells history











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By: Cedric McClester

Here we go again
Will it ever end
As long as we pretend
That we will not ascend
Into the deep abyss
For tolerating this
While balling up our fist
Are we to remain remiss?

Seventeen and counting
Their blood flows like a fountain
The death toll keeps on mounting
Cuz we are not accounting
For our sins of omission
We have the dead’s permission
To stop the deadly commission
Of ****** as an act of contrition

Must we continue saying it’s too soon
To discuss the matter, it’s high noon
As dead bodies remain strewn
And it appears we are immune
To the carnage that we see
That doesn’t have to be
Marvin said mercy mercy me?
But must we morn the land of the free?

If you are asking me
I say that it’s insanity
To tolerate the inanity
Of this situation see
No more benedictions
Let’s have the courage of our convictions
We can cure our present affliction
With some artful interdiction







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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

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

We’ve elected
An African-American president, he said
When right from day one
He declared him dead
Like the restorative justice
They’re moving ahead
To provide reparations
And put slavery to bed

While it’s true
That we’ve fought a Civil War
That in itself
Doesn’t even the score
Nor do the bills passed
That we can’t ignore
The remnants of slavery
Has still left us poor

150 years and slavery
Has passed
So why reparations, now
You well might ask
When you’ve reaped the benefits
Of that checkered past
It’s about time
That we place you on blast

Mitch McConnell is
The last one who should talk
When Merritt Garland’s nomination
He chose to block
To place a conservative
On the Supreme Court dock
Even someone
That the public could mock
















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By: Cedric McClester,

He said, “I’m between the devil
And the deep blues sea.”
I wounded those cops
Now I have to shoot me
I can’t go back to jail
Baby don’t you see
I love you girl
But I have to be free

He said I’m in deep
Way over my head
I’d like to live long
But I’m better off dead

I was on the hallway steps
Then what did I see
Two cops there patrolling
Staring back at me
They said, “Hold on a minute,
Show us some ID”
That’s when I pulled my gun
And fired off three

He said I’m in deep
Way over my head
I’d like to live long
But I’m better off dead

It happened suddenly
In a New York second
I guess I lost my head
I would have to reckon
I don’t want to die
But I’m hearing death beckon
The cops are outside
And I’m sure they’re checking

He ran inside of
His girlfriend’s bedroom
Gave her a long kiss
Before the gloom and doom
Members of her family
Only heard the boom
He must have shot himself
Is what they assumed

He said I’m in deep
Way over my head
I’d like to live long
But I’m better off dead

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By: Cedric McClester

He’s a little man
Filling big shoes
When asked to acknowledge
An American hero, refused
Like a petulant child
Stuck in his twos
Until he became the fodder
Of print and broadcast news

The adjective that applies
To him is petty
The palms of his hands
Are always sweaty
He’s a bull in a china shop
Or maybe a yeti
And his skin is the color
Of a bowl of spaghetti

When government flags
Were flying half staff
The one at the White House
Was on high not half
It was yet another
Presidential gaff
If it wasn’t so sad
It would make you laugh

He’s a little man
Filling big shoes
Who’s not quite up to the task
But that’s no new news
Yet he’s the one
A certain segment will choose
To occupy the White House
Though blemished and bruised


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By: Cedric McClester

He’s an *** kisser
And it’s plain to see
Where he’s coming from
There’s no mystery
Clearly he’s not the man
That he used to be
And it’s becoming obvious
If you’re asking me

He’s an *** kisser
There’s no doubt
He’s not very hard
For us to figure out
A master at running
The zig zag route
The Lone Ranger’s horse
Is Silver his is Scout

He’s an *** kisser
Who likes his role
Much like a *****
Working on a stroll
Half naked for a trick
To behold
In inclimate weather
But he doesn’t get cold

He’s an *** kisser
A kind of succubus
Brown nosing it
To gain his master’s trust
Whom he looks upon
With pure lust
And so his legacy
Is turning into dust













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By: Cedric McClester

He sat down beside me
On a bench
I scooted down about
An inch
Pretending I couldn’t
Smell his stench
As a matter of fact
I didn’t flinch

He was a fellow
Human being
Who lives his life
Largely unseen
As if that were
Peachy keen
When in fact
It’s obscene

In a land
That’s blessed with plenty
Tell me why
We have so many
Homeless people
Even when they
Clearly need someone
Who can be

Depended on
For a helping hand
Cuz we can fix this
Oh yes we can
If we come up
With a plan
To eradicate homelessness
From this land







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By: Cedric McClester

He says, he represents me,
But how in the world could that be?
When he’s too blind to see
That his mind needs to be free
He’s volunteering to be used
Which, is something I have refused
See, I don’t like being abused

He says, that his following
Will allow him to win
The African-Americans
But don’t believe him friends
Cuz I don’t care what he says
Ye is off of his meds
So, so much for his street creds
He might be a snitch for the Feds

He says, the man is a genius
But could he really mean this?
Ya heard? Ignorance is bliss,
Something like his wife’s first kiss
Clearly the man’s lost his mind
While seriously tryin’ to find
His stars which are unaligned
Now he’s in a hell of a bind

He says, he’ll take him on the campaign stump
Why not Kanye is a chump
To be out there Red Crossing for Trump
Who belongs in the garbage dump
That’s just my take on it, see
You can chalk that up to just me
But understanding is the key
So I wonder, if you agree?



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By: Cedric McClester

He’s  barking at the moon
But  it will all be over soon
And he’s  gonna change his tune
It’s safe to assume
Because the wild man at the helm
Who has been overwhelmed
Will legally be compelled
To leave the office he’s held

He’s barking at the moon
Him and his platoon
Who will soon be  consumed
Because they’re clearyl doomed
And will havta pay the cost
For his election loss
Though his wires are crossed
Cuz few ballots were tossed

He’s barking at the moon
While acting like a goon
He must be crazy as a loon
At a lagoon in June
Like Captain Ahab chasing that whale
His best efforts were doomed to fail
I hope he’s raising bail
Cuz he’s gonna be in jail

He’s barking at the moon
While covid deaths consume
Those who’ve faced it’s doom
Which generates more  gloom
The President is a liar
Who doesn’t know how to inspire
Us because it’s dire
Like being on a high wire






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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

He sees himself
As a great big bruiser
When in truth and in fact
He’s the world’s greatest loser
We might look the other way
Were he a big ******
But he’s a teatoler
An alcohol refuser

He’s a big gambler
Who rolled the dice
Now he’ll go down in history
As impeached twice
In other words
He’s not looking nice
But he placed his own head
Inside of that vice

He encouraged
A mass insurrection
And pointed the crowd
In the Capitol’s direction
He’s an example
Of human imperfection
Or at the very least
Presidential dereliction

He very shortly
Will be off the scene
Away from the public
And off of the screen
He’s a prime example
Of what is obscene
And under no definition
Is that peachy keen










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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  McCleter

He’s like, really smart
In a dumb sort of way
And that becomes more apparent
Each and every day
Check out his tweets
Or the things he has to say
Which only goes to show
The man is not okay

He’s like, really smart
In a dumb sort of way
Even though that’s not
What those who know him have to say
Cos his intellengence
Is rarely brought into play
As he barrels in
To any kind of fray

He’s like, really smart
In a dumb sort of way
If we were to take a vote
The nays outweigh the yeas
A sad and sordid fact
So the impression stays
And despite all that he’s said
He’s no friend of the gays

He’s like, really smart
In a dumb sort of way
Early morning tweets
Are his way of making hay
But they just put his ignorance
More clearly on display
Which he cannot deny
Nor ever take away












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By: Cedric McClester

He’s like smart,
Or so he said.
But so was Fredo
Who wound up dead
Don’t accuse me
Of looking ahead
Or trying to have
His base turn red

He’s like smart
Not like people say
The word incompetent
Shouldn’t come into play
To have him tell it
Well anyway,
He’s a genius
If that’s okay

He’s like smart
Or do tell
He was absent
When they rang
The school bell
And his grades thereafter
Didn’t rise
Like they fell

He’s like smart
If he’s believed
But then again
We’ve been deceived
Of all the shenanigans
Up his sleeve
Other than taxes
What has he achieved?





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By: Cedric McClester

How can she be Venus
If he still has a *****
It doesn’t take a genius
Or a streak of meanness
For someone to surmise
Despite his feminine disguise
If common sense applies
He’s still one of the guys

If she wants to be Caitlyn
Who are we to debate him
But I’m here to checkmate him
Though not because I hate him
He can’t change the rules
He must think that we’re fools
To be used as mere tools
We’re from different schools

Some say that she’s ****
But is it said to vex me
Or maybe to perplex me
With a case of apoplexy
I disagree vehemently
Because of what we never see
He has a ***** same as me
Though it’s tied down instead of free

She wants to change her gender
But refuses to surrender
His last vestige or member
In all its regal splendor
What is she holding it for
He doesn’t use it anymore
So if I state it raw
That’s because I’m *******




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By: Cedric McClester

He’s such a slime
For reporting in real time
The nature of his crime
During his down time
And there’s no disputing
His wink and nod to Putin
Like his very own Rasputin
Was free of any gluten

He’s such a slime
That I wish I had a dime
For each, and every time
That he’s crossed the line
In my mind, he’s a traitor
A toothsome alligator
Our very own Darth Vader
But more on that later

He’s such a slime
Who’s far from benign
A poisonous enzyme
That isn’t in his prime
Right out in the open
You can find him groping
For new ways of stroking
Putin as a token

He’s such a slime
Without reason or rhyme
His ignorance sublime
The perfect paradigm
Of what not to do
Especially in my view
Even if on que
Or out of the blue















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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

He’s the precedent
Not the president
A stable genius?
Or is he heinous?
I think he lied
But you can decide
Whether he’s the precedent
Or the president

Now he’s concluded
He never colluded
And he’s deducted
He never obstructed
The Mueller probe
Though he’s been disrobed
So is he the precedent
Or the president

Who could have thought
All that man has wrought
And it’s very clear
That we need to fear
What’s gonna be proven
He needs removing
Because he’s the precedent
Not the president

We shouldn’t have to ask
Whether he’s a horse’s ***
By now it’s crystal clear
By the evidence that’s there
He’s a narcissist
And so let’s ponder this
He’s not the president
HE'S THE PRECEDENT!



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By: Cedric McClester

He's waging war
Against the ACA
It’s never ending battle
To this very day
Preexisting conditions
He's vowed to protect
But if he's successful
He won’t I do suspect

His celebrated  tax-cut
Only benefits the rich
Though it was meant for everyone
According to his pitch
He's removing regulations
Each and everyday
Meant for our protection
Like it was okay

Now he’s making nice
With our chief adversaries
Seeking their advice
The lines are getting bleary
But even though they are
I don’t think he hears me
Well then there you are
It’s getting very scary

The issue of global warming
Is largely being ignored
The atmosphere is changing
So we can ill afford
To act as if it isn’t
While oil is explored
Wouldn’t it be nice
If we were of on accord?

























































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By: Cedric McClester

Now that he’s divorced
People speculate
But what I’m alleging
I can freely state
Sorry if he can’t stand up
Underneath the weight
Cuz he has ****** preferences
For some heavy freight

I don’t know why
You’re amazed
E’rbody knows
He swings both ways
He’s been Ms. Honey
For days and days
Haven’t you noticed
His effeminate ways

I can run it down
Chapter and verse
I can even tell you
Who he slept with first
And just to make bad
Even worst
I  know when he first
Became immersed

Listen it’s his life
So let him live it
Whether you approve
Or are not down with it
He can still sing
So come on admit it
And some of y’all think
That he still can get it

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