By: Cedric McClester

Pat yourself on the back,
You’ve solved the riddle
And as a matter of fact
It took you and your tact
To teach the Turks how to act
Now that the cease fire will stand
In Syria’s vast desert land
We’re now beginning to understand

Obama spoke about a red line
But you alone, had the presence of mind
To finally get us out of that bind
Which you don’t hesitate to remind
Because now everything is peachy keen
And we’ve left there, as we’ve seen
What the future holds is hard to glean
Now that the Russians are on the scene

You’re Mr. Wonderful, I’ll hand you that
And I’ve got to say you’re one cool cat
But even still I smell a rat
Because the Russian are now getting fat
You’ve conceded the Middle East
Upon which now Mr. Putin will feast
And you’re not concerned in the least
I guess your palms have been greased

We realize because it’s factual,
That you’re strictly transactional
Which oft-times is abstractional
Producing results that are fractional
But what the hell do you care?
When you will soon be out of there
Which I assume you’re well aware
And if you’re not let me share






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