By: Cedric McClester

Go back to where you came from
The President indelicately said
To those members of Congress
That have gotten in his head
The fact that they’re all female
Which he might like to bed
Is the additional information
That is better left unsaid

Go back to where you came from
Is an old familiar screed?
Which is the object of the subject
That the protagonist happens to need
To make someone feel less than
What they are indeed
By otherizing them
The protagonist hopes to succeed

Go back to where you came from
Some racist like to taunt
Others who are different
When they want to vaunt
Their status over them
Like the philosopher Kant
Or like a mother who has precedent
Over a favorite aunt

Go back to where you came from
As if they really knew
When nine times out to ten
They don’t even have a clue
When they issue that directive
As racist frequently do
But here's some cancer causing tobacco
That I wish that they would chew








Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

There is nothing eviler than self-deception, thinking one is doing the right thing blind to the misery it inflicts on others. This is the mark of every tyrant, monster, and autocrat always unconsciously projecting their own evil onto others, i.e. the otherizing, giving drama to the inner and outer war of fear and shame that plays out without relent in the racial, political, and ****** drama of our lives, like disowned sexuality that manifest as
out of control impulses which may carve out unwanted events and destinies.
My poems are logs of surreal mental constructs rooted in a labyrinth of shadows, where I destroy and create others and myself for the pure pleasure of it. There is nothing more bizarre than a good mental **** if not a ****** one and you know you may need that, unless you talked yourself out of it a long time ago.
I told her It's your dark part I love the most! No, not the dark part you're ignorant of; not at all, but the one you may have an inkling of when the ***** falls in love with her closet monster that excites, frightens and ignites, wanting what you should not want. 
The Satan she loves, the god of her dark heaven she wants to own and be owned by and drag out of the shadows for her own unspeakable special pleasures. Telling me how turned on she is;
She whispers …."If I could get you to **** me any way I wanted, I would start with you stalking me; waiting for the moment when I go for a jog, or out shopping on my bicycle all alone. Armed with a blow gun and a few tiny darts, it will be such a simple thing to follow me and put one in my back, scooping me into your van seconds later as I fall like dust."
He said I'll take you home to my cave and eat you like like summer melon on a shaking bed, red red red. She pulled him into her starving emptiness and said **** me slow placing his hands around her neck tenderly pleading and with dove like eyes whispering, "I'm so ready, please baby please"