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Nov 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Fox News makes me laugh
With their fuzzy math
Three against seventy-nine
Is a **** poor paradigm
For overturning an election
Where the American people
Have already made their selection
In the opposite direction

Although his skin is thin
There’s no way Trump can win
The transition should therefore begin
Immediately and he should resend
His order to his minions not to cooperate
Cuz that won’t change his fate
The one he has to anticipate
Going into the prison gate

The Republicans should be ashamed
To be caught up in Trump’s game
And pretend that it’s all the same
When the picture is out of the frame
They’re so afraid of his Twitter tweet
That they bow down at his feet
Trying to avoid the fate they might meet
Because it’s said revenge can be sweet

Seventy-nine percent of those polled
Believe Biden’s election will hold
And if I may be so bold
Trump’s resistance is leaving us cold
He’s gotta give up the ghost
And begin to realize that he’s toast
Before his **** is the roast
That we slice off the most












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