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Jan 2018
By: Cedric McClester

He’s like smart,
Or so he said.
But so was Fredo
Who wound up dead
Don’t accuse me
Of looking ahead
Or trying to have
His base turn red

He’s like smart
Not like people say
The word incompetent
Shouldn’t come into play
To have him tell it
Well anyway,
He’s a genius
If that’s okay

He’s like smart
Or do tell
He was absent
When they rang
The school bell
And his grades thereafter
Didn’t rise
Like they fell

He’s like smart
If he’s believed
But then again
We’ve been deceived
Of all the shenanigans
Up his sleeve
Other than taxes
What has he achieved?





Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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