By: Cedric McClester

He calls it, “a witch hunt”
Cuz he likes the sound
But they’ve lost count of the
Broomsticks they’ve found
There are so many of ‘em
All over the ground
That they could start a bonfire
With that many matches around

Now he’s going after
A dutiful civil servant
As if we the people
Aren’t being observant
Of the moves he’s making
Let’s just call ‘em fervent
The microscope he’s under
Might be the best deterrent

He doesn’t want us
To trust the press
Who remain vigilant
Nonetheless
His string will run out
If I had to guess
And he won’t find a way
Out of this mess

So it’s not hard to make
At least one deduction
He’s trying his best
To put the worst construction
On the investigation
By means of subliminal seduction
But ultimately, it will no doubt
Bring about his destruction
















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