By: Cedric  McClester

Now we’re left
To wonder why
He decided not to let
The FBI
Get beyond the
Noise and, chatter
So they can
Investigate the matter

He wants a quick
Confirmation
Of his nominee
Cause he has no patience
Knowing he might
Be vindicated
Which already he has
Anticipated

So how it will end
Is anybody’s guess
Cuz those eleven old white men
Will do their best
To make the female
Seem at fault
You see its part
Of their gestalt

If the devil’s in
The details, and
The deed occurred
Way back when
It’s a sin now
Like it was then
But how she emerges
Will all depend






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