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Nov 2019
By: Cedric McClester

“I want nothing, no quid-pro-quo!”
Why was he speaking in
A language that he doesn’t know?
And was he doing it strictly for show?
Or was it to maintain the status-quo?
Yet, it is fruitless for him to be hiding,
That he desperately wanted
Dirt on Hunter and Joe Biden

“I want nothing, no quid-pro-quo!”
Does he think we’re stupid,
Or simply don’t know?
But verily I say unto you
Even so
We can see that his nose
Is starting to grow
As long as a garden hose

“I want nothing,no quid-pro-quo!”
Is certainly subterfuge
Cuz his fingerprints show
He is complicit
But had to say whoa!
To his European ambassador
So that he wouldn’t blow
Need I say more?

“I want nothing,no quid-pro-quo!”
Perhaps might fool
The average Joe
But the reporter was
A seasoned pro
To whom even he
Must tip his chapeau
And smack his knee



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