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Apr 2020
By: Cedric McClester

I guess he’s just
King in name
Cuz he don’t wanna
Take no blame
So everything
Remains the same
As if this is
Some kind of game

He don’t really
Give a ****
That’s why we see him
Pass the buck
On those questions
He gets stuck
And when he wins
It’s just dumb luck

Have you noticed
His hair doo
That’s plastered down
With Krazy Glue
Say something
And he’ll sue
But I’m not telling you
Nothing new

He was warned
Way in advance
But where is his
Cyrus Vance
To inform him
So by chance
He wouldn’t just talk
But would do the dance










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