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Mar 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Let’s pull the rug
From under that murderous ****
Who clearly needs a hug
Or some kind of drug
Some say that he’s crazy
And while that well may be
He’s not a human being
Judging by what we’re seeing

Let’s sit him down
With both feet on the ground
Cos he’s too muscle bound
And his judgment isn’t sound
Even when he’s at his best
He is still one hot mess
And I guess he always was
That’s why he does what he does

Let’s whip his ***
Now that the dye’s been cast
And his future is his past
See his dynasty can’t last
We need to hobble him
Or tear him limb by limb
Until he’s incapacitated
Lord knows that man is hated

Let’s just commence
Since the battle is intense
And it makes perfect sense
For us to get off the fence
We can’t let him succeed
So let’s give ‘em all they need
The righteous shall prevail
As his ship looses its sail






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