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Jan 2021
Words by: Cedric McClester

He’ll no longer be
Our President
Nor will he be
A White House resident
He’ll be the guy
Who came and went
And I happen to
Second that sentiment

He’ll no longer be
An American oligarch
He’ll be someone whose bite
Doesn’t match his bark
Someone who talks to himself
In the dark
And won the presidency
As a lark

He’ll no longer be
The titan he was
That’s what losing an election
Sometimes does
And his Twitter feed
Will lack its buzz
Now that he’s retired
Just because

He’ll no longer be
The celebrity
That we constantly see
On Fox News TV
He’ll be part of a failed
Conspiracy
That **** near deep sixed
Our democracy
















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2021.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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