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Oct 2020
By: Cedric McClester

I know he thrills you
While he also kills you
So will you still  go
To the Trump Rodeo?
We’d like to know
It’s not a James Brown show
Where fans have to go
In the rain or snow

I know he turns you on
But enough to mourn
Long after he is gone?
Cuz you lost your senses
And paid the consequences
Of the virus spread
Hear what I said?
You could well be dead

What’s so fascinating
His style of debating
That most are hating?
Or is it his coiffure
Maybe it’s much more
Than how he wears his hair
That brings you there
Just to be fair

But whatever it is
The man is like the wiz
I’m talking square biz
Cuz people are hurting
And behind his curtain
Is just smoke and mirrors
Nothing that should scare us
It should just prepare us



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