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Feb 2016
By: Cedric McClester

While it’s true
Some people dote on him
My sisters and my brothers
Others even vote for him
But in my pocket I’m carrying
A little note for him
60 percent of the Republicans
Hold out no hope for him

Two out of three people
In New Hampshire
Cast another ballot
Now I may be an amateur
But someone tossed his salad
It may seem like a major victory
To the uninformed
He’s like a raging ocean
Before the storm has calmed

As the field narrows
Where do you think he’ll be
Despite his slings and arrows
It’s no mystery
He’s not running a campaign
It’s reality TV
And because eveyone’s watching
Doesn’t mean a victory

If you listen to the pundits
Not afraid to keep it real
Even the redundants
Say there’s no lasting appeal
He’s an aberration
So don’t worry just be patient
There’s a snowball’s chance in hell
That he’ll be running our nation






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016,  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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