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Apr 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Our new toastmaster
Has skin of alabaster
And hair that’s a disaster
Yet he throws insults faster
Than a rocket blaster
Adding insult to injury
The man happens to be
Our Chief Executive, see

We used to call it ranking
Our unique way of spanking
Opponents who were banking
On their wit while pranking
Those that they would clown
By trying to put down
The victims that they found
Seems that is still around

Without mentioning names
Some still play those childish games
They make outrageous claims
In furtherance of their aims
And seemingly succeed
Yes they do indeed
They’re of a different breed

Somewhere in King James
I believe the Bible frames
To stop fanning the flames
And put away childish games
A lesson of concern
That you know who, should learn
Perhaps we should be stern
In saying in hell he’ll burn

















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