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Feb 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Ye, I’ll be ******
Yet another message
On Instagram
How many messages
Can you cram
On social media
Concerning your fam
While you remain on the lamb?

Sadly your marriage
Has run its course
And now you’re headed
For a difficult divorce
Perhaps your madness
Is at the source
Of the problems you’re having
So where’s your remorse?

Your kids are porns
On your chess board
Where your wrath for Kim
Seems to be stored
But I don’t think
Your family can afford
Having you
As their overlord

What kind of game
Are you now playing
You gotta be careful
Of what you’re saying
And to be truthful
You’ll have to admit
She never said
You took out a hit














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