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Feb 2016
By: Cedric McClester

Long live Scalia
Now that he’s dead
A Supreme Court Justice
Who’s gone on ahead
Though I disagreed
With the decisions I’ve read
Just for the moment
Let me put them to bed

I take pause
Before starting to vet
The country owes him
A hell of a debt
He served with distinction
And made many upset
Now is the time
To forgive and forget

What can I say
That hasn’t been said
Now that the man
Is clearly dead
Certainly not
That he made me see red
Because of his decisions
That I learned to dred

Some see his death
As Divine Intervention
One less conservative
For me to make mention
We’ve lost the bane
Of the Court’s dissention
And he didn’t go out
Receiving a pension










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