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Dec 2020
By: Cedric McClester

I know it’s cold
But from what I’m being told
Our nation’s being run
By remote control
The pandemic’s spreading
But we’re left on hold
While the president rants and raves
About a lie that’s been sold

Time is getting shorter
On his remaining days
But he won the election
In spite of the nays
He’s been cheated
Is the soundtrack that plays
And he still is gonna win it
Cuz he lives in a haze

He’s raised two hundred million
And they’re still counting
Saying he’s been cheated
Seems to be the magic fountain
That keeps the cash flowing
While it’s steadily mounting
According to
The most recent accounting

Alms for the poor or
The billionaire?
He asks for more
And his base doesn’t care
Guess they have
Enough cash to spare
Or either they are
Sadly unaware







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