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Mar 2016
By: Cedric McClester

They’re not contenders
Except in their own eyes
They should drop out
And they would were they wise
But they keep telling
Themselves the same lies
They get A for effort
But God knows they try

Meanwhile the guy
At the top of the ticket
Likes being in the mud
Cuz he likes the thicket
Some think he’s the devil
Because he’s so wicked
But he’s never been
Good as Wilson Pickett

Then there’s the guy
With the lean hungry look
He’s a snake in the grass
But he’s done what it took
Yet nevertheless he’s still
Getting shook
And pretty soon they’ll be
Closing his book

Although the governor
Is a reasonable guy
He’s always at the bottom
And that is no lie
But he remains in the race
Though the question is why
He’ll never be president
Which no one denies








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