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Jan 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Don’t make me cuss!
He’s never been like us
He was left a trust
While we inherited dust
How could he understand
The average man?
He has a diabolical plan
And a golden can

Don’t make me curse!
He’s the absolute worse
He’s so self-immersed
He places himself first
See that *******
Is for the super rich
And the rest of us
Can just go dig a ditch

Don’t make me use profanity
To describe his insanity
Born out of vanity
And Sean Hannity
He’ll take the 5th
About January 6th
Or pretend it’s a myth
And a Republican gift

Don’t make me imprecate!
The kind of hate
That’s a counterweight
To this debate
But you always knew
He’s not like me or you
He’s just the glue
His party adheres to

Cedric Mcclester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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