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Jun 2020
By: Cedric McClester

The Republican Party
In the era of Trump,
Has become quite comfortable
Playing the chump
To someone they should have told
To kiss their ****,
Instead they’re asking
How high should they jump?

The Republicn Party
In the era of Trump
Are afraid, that he’ll go against them
On the campaign stump
They’re frightened their poll numbers
Won’t get a bump
Unless they ride the freight train
That’s called Donald Trump

The Republican Party
Is about to disintegrate
Because of the things
They’re afraid to debate
They’ve become synonymous
With the word hate
So they’re about to crumble
Underneath the weight

The Republican Party
Is a distant memory
Of the kind of party
That they used to be
Completely losing
Their identity
By riding the Trump ship
In a troubled sea






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