Slang Or common talk
Yay all knows that peoples talk funny
If yous are from the south.
They cut off the lights and jaw jack alls night long.
If youns need to find something.
We cans find it down the road a piece or maybe over yawner.
So if you think I talk funny or in slang.
You alls need to catch the seconds of taters and grits and pig fat.
You alls come back now you hear.
And yes bring granny and the boys well have a shing dig.

Your face is the sun
and mine the moon.
the twinkle in my eye,
just a reflection of you.

Can't hold back
your smile induces mine,
like a yawner and yawnee,
both victims intertwine.

Almost not fair,
like loving in a prison,
but I'm used to it now,
prison of a pretty person.

I couldn't bear be set free
the love is still mutal right?
but a fools been made of me
lonely freedom tonight.

You always fight like a ****
Taking and receiving blows like robots
Talking like a parrot
You forgot that the dark moon is near




You run from place to place
Like a cheetah
Barking like a dog
Laughing to the back of the tree like a hyena
You forget that the dark moon is near.

You eat as if you are swallowing stones
Chewing the sand of the air
Opening your mouth like a yawner man
Jumping from woman to woman
From man to man
Like monkey
You forgot that the dark is near.

Are you a soldier?
Carrying sticks up and down

Marching from hill to valley like soldier ants
You forgot that the dark moon is near.
You work in the government house
Acquiring the whole into your pocket
Making noise like a walkie talkie
Forget your home like wild animal
Jumping from pole to post
You forget that the dark moon is near.
What is that dark moon?

By: Cedric McClester

The President may be a goner
From the dreaded corona
Guess we haven’t turned that corner
Wonder if we’re ever gonna
He didn’t believe in wearing a mask
Whether he does now we’ll have to ask
Does he still find it a task?
Or does he want an oxygen mask

So much for his conspiracy theory
Of which by now we’ve become weary
Now his prognosis is so dreary
That I wouldn’t want him anywhere near me
And as for us turning a corner
If we believe this who do we honor?
When the President himself may be a spawner
Yet this breaking news may be a yawner

At the president’s constant insistence
And because he has such strong resistance
The White House doesn’t practice social distance
Because scientific facts he routinely dismisses
Now we’re playing a game of wait and see
Does he have it? You can search me
If he does as it might well may be
It will remain an ongoing mystery

Perhaps at last he’s learned his lesson
But he’ll probably keep us guessing
Though If he survives it will be a blessing
From on high there’s no contesting
I guess now he’ll take it serious
And if he doesn’t he’s probably delirious
Yet he could also be impervious
Though his behavior has been murderous!






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.