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Nov 2019
By: Cedric McClester

In Mafia parlance
Stone made his bones
By lying to the feds
In a variety of tones
Very much like
Trump’s other clones
Who were showing off
Their remaining hormones

He’s banking on a pardon
I’m willing to bet,
But that could well be
To Stone’s own regret
And if it doesn’t happen
He’ll no doubt be upset
Cuz Trump doesn’t believe
In paying a debt

Now all of Trump’s people
Are trying to guess
Whether it will happen
For Stone, more or less
But at this juncture
I fear I digress
Cuz everyone knows
That Stone caused that mess

Somebody that I consider
To be quite wise, once said
Everything that Trump touches
Eventually dies
You don’t have to be a genius
In order to surmise
Those who count on Trump
Are in for a surprise




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