By: Cedric McClester

He got caught up
In the traffic jam in Fort Lee
Is he innocent or guilty
Guess we’ll have to see
But his presidential ambitions
He’ll have to leave be
Because he’ll never get
The White House key

He’s blamed it on aides
That he trusted too much
Who were over zealous
And now they’re in Dutch
Yet he’s been called
A ***** such and such
Who had his foot on the gas
And his hand on the clutch

He entered the campaign
As if on a mission
With his super-sized ego
Which fueled his ambition
But he relied too much
On a keen intuition
And now that he’s out
He might as well go fishing

His gastric by-pass
Left him still rotund
But he had the energy
And was fit to run
He savaged others
Without a gun
But they’re still there
Although he’s now done

























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.