Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
By: Cedric McClester

I can’t get inside
His head
But he negates
What Jesus said
Blessed are
The meek
Cuz he destains
The weak

He doesn’t
Really give a ****
Because he thinks
He’s Superman
Who’s immune
To Kryptonite
He take Hydroxychloroquine
Day and night

And never mind
What that portends
He doesn’t care
Whose life ends
Unless it’s relatives
Or friends
That’s his position
And it rarely bends

He has a certain
Point of view
That aligns
With Anon-Q
He sits in church
But not the pew
Like other Christians
Tend to do




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
43
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems