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Mar 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Let’s not pretend
As his madness
Descends
That we don’t know
How this saga will end
The epilogue already
Has been penned
Yet too few comprehend

The telltale signs
Are there to see
So it shouldn’t be
That much of a mystery
The potential ending
Has a long history
So let us gather
At a consistory

We need to pray
That it doesn’t happen
Though it’s not a leap
To envision him snapping
Resulting in some kind
Of misbegotten kidnapping
Brought to an end
By somebody clapping

He’s three cards short
Of a full deck
And I’m not saying this
Out of disrespect
I’m only revealing what
We should detect
That he is
A pending train wreck










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