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Jul 2018
By: Cedric McClester

Is it fact, or fiction?
Or just his predilection
For causing so much friction
Before his contradiction
How easily he lies
Now, he wouldn’t be surprised
If Russia actually did it
Though it took time to admit it.

We listened and were patient
Despite our aggravation
To his strange explanation
As he addressed a nation
That is used to his pedantics
But weary of his antics
Of blaming mere semantics
Like he is on some Chantix

Of course that’s a joke
I know he doesn’t smoke
Though he drinks lots of Coke
More than the average bloke
And do not ask me why?
We can count on him to lie
While attempting to deny
By way of alibi

In search of a reason
Was it weakness? Was it treason?
That led to his malfeasance
Which one should get credence?
The jury is still out,
But NO COLLUSION! he’ll still shout
Though there is little doubt
As to what it’s all about


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
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Cedric McClester  New York, New York
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