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Jan 2021
By: Cedric McClester

Only God knows
How far their debauchery goes
When they’re in the throws
On the path that they chose
They’re readily admitting
To spitting and *******
On our hallow halls
As the Capitol falls  

Who are these miscreants?
That the President sent
One and all hell-bent
Planting seeds of discontent
Now paying the cost
For which he’s engrossed
The election that he loss
Sleepy Joe will be the boss

What manner of man
Or for that matter woman can
Not understand the dubious plan
Of that failed man
Up on the stage
Encouraging rampage
As a way to vent rage
In this Joe Biden age

Now calls for the ascendant
Twenty-Fifth Amendment
With Trump as defendant
Remains dependent
On the Vice President’s reach
Or Congress might impeach
As many people beseech
They have a right to free speech





















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