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Mar 2022
By: Cedric  McClester

You call yourself
“The greatest artist
That God ever created”
But what you post on social media
Has become so hated and dated
That our objections to them
Must be stated
See you shouldn’t be placated

Too bad you placed yourself
In a situation
Where you feel that you don’t need
To take your medication
Because you’re so high
On your own elation
Guess the rest of us will
Just have to remain patient

You are so ****** egotistical
That at times
You even think that you’re mystical
Your Sunday services are becoming
Statistical
So many attend
That you have to be logistical
Since you’ve embraced the metaphysical

What it is that you don’t comprehend
Is that you have gone off
The deepest end
Until you’ve become
Such a big bag of wind
That you have to search
Just to find a friend
Among your acolytes who just pretend




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