By: Cedric McClester

I don’t want
His empty words of sympathy
Or for that matter
His empathy
They’re meaningless
Don’t cha see
If a stonger follow up
Is not to be

I don’t want
Him just to visit me
To express his condolences
Cuz words are free
Doing something
Would be key
Besides blaming it
On insanity

So where the hell
Has he been
He was forced
Just to weight in
On a matter that
Should have been
Devoid of spin
But then it wasn’t his next of kin

Sometimes I wonder
What’s the use
For a president
He’s a poor excuse
He should be thrown out
With the rest of the refuse
Because he's garbage
I’m forced to deduce



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.