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Aug 2015
By: Cedric McClester

If you’re trying to figure out
What it’s all about?
Money! there’s no doubt
Flexing muscle and their clout
With the insults that they shout
Without a platform they can tout
They just go the cheap seat route
Then pontificate and pout

See they love to pillory
Anyone named Hillary
With accusations, as we see
That may or may not be
Yelling she’s not trustworthy
As they bring up Bengazi
Or emails we didn’t see
Making them the poison tree

And then once they get elected
Ain’t it just as we suspected
It’s so easily detected
The people’s needs just get neglected
Because our votes are not protected
By the ones who we selected
Makes us wonder why we checked it
See their actions don’t reflect it

Although it’s a bitter pill
It’s like Ceeil B. deMille
Cast them in a movie - still
They won’t do the people’s will
And by now we’ve had our fill
They can never fit the bill
Because they’re run of the mill
And that is why they make us ill






























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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