By: Cedric McClester

They may love him
But I refuse
To see him as anything
Other than my muse
See I won’t let him
Give me the blues
Cuz I say to myself
What is the use

They may love him
And while that’s alright
Why should I care
If he’s up late at night
Giving somebody
A three am tweet
Which is a dumb thing
He’ll no doubt repeat

They may love him
And that’s understood
Which is not to suggest
That everything’s good
They're burning his effigy  
Cuz he knew he would
Alienate everyone
That he thought he could

They may love him
Although I do not
I think of him
As an irreverent snot
But be that as it may
He’s what we got
Is there any wonder
Why we’re in a rut?



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