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Mar 2016
By: Cedric McClester

Mama Handkerchief Head
Has said what she said
And somewhere I read
About her career being dead
She’s like urban blight
So that serves her right
But she’s not uptight
To our enemy’s delight

Mama Handkershief Head
Makes us see red
Once she gets out of bed
She just forges ahead
With her diatribe
All that hand bone jive
Trying hard to survive
But she hasn’t arrived

Mama Handkerchief Head
Is obviously fed
The things that she’s said
Like Black History’s dead
Or according to she
If it’s not it should be
But we see what we see
Anything for a fee

Mama Handkerchief Head
Is like a bladeless sled
Or a balloon full of lead
Going full steam ahead
Don’t take this as a slam
But she don’t give a ****
She’s  a Fox News country ham










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