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Jun 2018
By: Cedric McClester

Corey Lewandowski is your average
Lipless colorless savage
Who’s out to make some cabbage
Like that old familiar adage
As long as his contract is renewed
He doesn’t care who gets *******
Whether it’s an austistic six year old
I’m telling you that man is cold

And he’s so far up the ****
Of his mentor Donald Trump
That even on the campaign stump
All Trump had to say is jump
For him to never question why?
All he asked is, “Boss how high?”
And when Trump told him, ‘You’re fired!”
Even then he never tired

Now he’s on the TV screen
To be succinct, he’s obscene
Though Trump thinks he’s peachy keen
Even though he has no spleen
He’ll say whatever Trump finds pleasing
In or out of the campaign season
And he never has to have a reason
To double down on those he’s teasing

He has the public misdirected
With talk about who infected
The unfair system that he erected
The same one most of us rejected
See Lewandowski goes along
With no concept of right or wrong
Like a quisling
Caught up In the throng








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