By: Cedric McClester

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
2020 will spell his demise
When we can put to rest
His many lies
And totally ignore
His false alibis
See a change is coming I surmise

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
We can look forward to
Bluer skies
When his ship starts to sink
Or at least capsize
And he’s diminished
In the people’s eyes

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
Everybody knows
That his ego is outsized
Without it being deserved
As it’s advertised
See those in the know
Know otherwise

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
He’s going down
As the crow flies
In a straight line
As his falsehood dies
And our nation is restored
The grand prize















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