By; Cedric McClester

They report without remorse
And rarely do they name their source
The enemies of the people of course
Are hard for us to endorse
Read whatever you may choose
Then classify it as fake news
Their behavior can’t be excused
Because their power is often abused

Ain’t  it enough to make you sick
Just listening to his rhetoric
Fake news or others take your pick
You can count on him to throw a brick
Through a window that’s plate glass
To the world he shows his ***
Though we think he’s moving much too fast
But as the Bible says, “This too will pass.”

Praise the name of Donald Trump
Who’s still on the campaign stump
We hope that he hits a speed bump
Before he lands in the trash dump
Now we’re not saying crash or burn
But in good time we’re sure he’ll learn
Although right now it’s of no concern
Everybody’s gonna get their turn

Slowly he will be exposed
The chinks in his armor everybody knows
But he’ll continue I suppose
Along a path that is primrose
Selling supporters unreal dreams
Cos nothing’s as easy as it seems
He’s selling promises by the reams
But who’s watching the revenue streams




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