By: Cedric McClester

From his bully pulpit
All we get is *******
Clearly he’s a misfit
You’ll have to admit
He’s a Twitter addict
And that’s problematic
When he’s so emphatic
At causing so much static

You best be believing
I have been retrieving
The lies he’s conceiving
To him it’s like breathing
Despite this pandemic
He’s a master of polemic
That’s almost alchemic
At a rate that’s epidemic

No more benign neglect
Now that he’s being Twitter checked
He’s ******* I suspect
It’s about time, what the heck?
He has nothing to say
About us dying every day
Why should reality get in his way
While pretending it’s okay

From his platform he deflects
By writing bogus checks
To the usual suspects
Or some others he collects
And while by some admired
He’s making others tired
Because we’re not inspired
It’s high time that he’s fired










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