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Jan 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Does he think we forget?
That he lies even yet
About imminent threat
And you can bet
He will do it again
It’s a matter of when
So let’s not pretend
That we don’t comprehend

He’s a Liar and Chief
And a treasury thief
Beyond belief
And there’s no relief
From his Twitter barrage
No it’s not a mirage
It might be sabotage
When he presses discharge

The man’s a disgrace
See he lies in our face
Guess he likes the taste
Yet, in any case
He should be aborted
But he’s still supported
By those
Whom he’s courted

I’m keeping a journal
Cuz hope springs eternal
That he’ll meet the infernal
Aided by some Sterno
I hate to be curt
But his just desert
Is supposed to hurt
Before he in the dirt








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Cedric McClester  New York, New York
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