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Feb 2019
By: Cedric McClester

When it came to the Southern Wall
The story he told was tall
Cuz’ he would say at least twice a day
That Mexico was gonna pay
Which he now wants taxpayers to do
Finance his wall, but who knew?
What they can’t climb over
They’ll just tunnel on through

He’s talking about restoring order
Down at the Southern border
Where a crisis doesn’t exists
But regardless he’ll still insist
With a false sense of urgency
That it’s a national emergency
When clearly this is the case
It’s appealing only to his base

How quickly they tend to forget
What was supposed to be a Mexican debt
Has now come full bloom
He thinks we should assume
The fiscal responsibility
For a wall that doesn’t have to be
There to keep people out
Whose safety and lives are in doubt

What never dawned
To his base that was conned
No matter how absurd
They believe his every word
As Fox News connoisseurs
They’re the people that he adores
Because ignorance is bliss
It doesn’t matter that they’re all remiss
















Cedric McClester © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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