My hard boiled brain just don’t connect
The world I try to sense and see
This patch of light I can’t reflect

Fractions of my imagination collect
A soupy spongy murky sea
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect

Stand my guard and take effect
The menace yet to be
This patch of light I can’t reflect

Beat my chest and then protect
Walls of chain and sorcery
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect

Take flight now child and dilute my respect
Branch out from your bonsai tree
This patch of light I can’t reflect

But all these flaws I reelect
From a ballot absentee
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect
This patch of light I can’t reflect

Elect me, no reelect me is the cry of the parasite. With fangs sharpened ready to pounce on a federal budget and drain the life out of the public, one dollar at a time. the political vampire vies for position to be the next in line to feed.

By: Cedric McClester

Has it become the new norm?
This kick the puppies platform
As we observe him barnstorm
Which he’s raised to an art form
While certain folk relate
To his message of hate
Perhaps I need to state
It’s crushed by its own weight

While also kicking puppies
He’s fishing for the guppies
And not attracting yuppies
Let alone any buppies
But he content to be
Their majordomo
Don’t cha see
That his base will agree

What puppies signify
Are the people who will die
Unless we rise-up, no lie
And not reelect that guy
Because we entertain that fool
We’re open to worldwide ridicule
‘Cuz he’s broken every rule
And he's a Russian tool

























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

We know that he’s a hater,
But is he merely,
Our president,
Or is he a dictator?
It depends on which one
He considers greater
We see his type quite frequently
Down, below the equator

He’s now come down on
Social media,
With an executive order,
As we witness his term in office
Growing shorter and shorter
He doesn’t believe that anyone
Should have the right to check him
But we certainly have the right, not to reelect him

If we didn’t have a Constitution,
He’d rule with an iron fist
Which is what the founding fathers
Encouraged us to resist
We broke away from the King
Not just to elect a despot
But that notwithstanding anyway
That seems what we have got

His gives out executive orders
Like others give out edicts
Unsteadily on his feet
In need of new orthopedics
But be that as it may
It’s just a matter of time
Before we change the guard
And find a brand new paradigm













Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.

The battle for the soul of the country
Is America a Trumpfuck nation?

Will the Ignorant reelect?
Will the haters find elevation?

America was formed in genocide
Slavery and racehate.

Can it improve itself?
We'll see. The hour is getting late, late, late.