By: Cedric McClester

Enough of your half-*** excuses
We’ve become accustomed,
To your verbal abuses
And the reaction it often produces
It’s much too late for flashing duces
When it’s a matter of wrong or right
We can count on you to incite
And make your base wanna fight

Before the looting even starts
There’s a tragedy in equal parts
That tugs at our hearts
Because of how it smarts
Then throw in the anarchists
And the urge to become ******
Becomes too hard to resist
So  we get results like this

And it only gets ratcheted higher
When gasoline is poured on the fire
Until the situation becomes dire
Which must be what you desire
Because time and time again
You through rocks
And then pretend
That you’d like to see it end

Some strive to bring us together
But you were never quite that clever
Instead you’d rather sever
National ties to do whatever
Your sick agenda might require
Which is never to inspire
So why put out the fire,
When it doesn’t meet with your desire?












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