By: Cedric McClester

We had happy feet
He had us dancing in the street
With word of his defeat
They say victory can be sweet
Although he’s  quite insistent
On being obstinately resistant
We must say that he’s consistent
He’s a pest who remains persistent

So let him reap the fruits
Of his frivolous lawsuits
He wants to die in his boots
Like guy on 5th Avenue he shoots
Cuz he can’t give up the ghost
Even though we know he’s toast
It’s the power he covets the most
Of which soon he cannot boast

It’ll be good to see him go
He and his outsized ego
He’s a  narcissist as we know
Who’s all hat and no cattle
Now it’s goodbye to good times
He must pay for his many crimes
And he can read between the lines
As erstwhile friends start dropping dimes

As soon as they became aware
They were raising their hands in the air
Waving them like they didn’t care
Dancing in the streets everywhere
Because the people heard their voice
And there was cause to rejoice
Cuz the people got their choice








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