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Jan 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Your  job is to defend him I guess
Though you don’t brief the press
You prefer to be a Fox News guest
And regularly attack all the rest
It’s easy enough to read the tea
Cuz the whole wide world can see
He’s a liar and that is key
He chopped down the cherry tree

Now that his impeachment is alive
The question for Number 45
Is whether or not he’ll survive?
And continue to seemingly thrive
What do you hope to prove
That the President can’t be removed
Even though it is behooved
And the waters willl never be smoothed

Given all of this, you say nevertheless
You have to do your very best
To account for him I guess
And you seem to be passing the test
So you present your alternate facts
And provide what the story lacks
Like before you so did countless hacks
Who proudly call themselves flacks

You csn’t stand up to the give and take
Cuz you would be exposed as a fake
Or someone clearly on the make
So you won’t give the press a break
We’ll see you on the campaign stump
Out there shilling for Dona;d Trump
Who’ll play you for a chump
Before you land in the trash dump





















Cedric McClester,Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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