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EVERYTHING THAT TRUMP TOUCHES DIES

By: Cedric McClester   Everything that Trump touches dies And every day Sarah Huckabee lies To keep her job if I had to surmise Even though she should go and cut ties What will she do after he’s impeached? Be a stay at-home-mom who’s overreached Because obviously decorum’s been breeched Like a whale stuck on shore she’ll be beached   That brings us to Kellyanne Conway Lying to her is merely child’s play She tries her best to have the last say While keeping the press safely at bay Though her reputation will not be in tact That’s not conjecture, it’s an actual fact Not an alternative hatched to distract But a reality that can be backed   Now if you want someone who is iller We can begin with Steven Miller Who could have been cast in MJ’s Thriller He’s definitely not a lady killer I guess we could call him a policy wonk If you agree with me, let me hear you honk? Were he a horse he’d be a bronc And if he played cards he’s lose at Poker and Tonk   Everything that Trump touches dies Cuz he is surrounded by the unwise Who cling to him like family ties They’re addicted to power no one denies Let’s look at all of the president’s men Like Manafort, Cohen and what about Flynn And let’s look at all the doo doo they’re in But I’m at my wit’s end as to where to begin Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
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