By: Cedric McClester

Her sister called
Out of the blue
Telling me what had happened
To the girl I once knew
She said her boyfriend
Was missing a *****
And considering everything
It must have been true

No thought of her sister
Nephew or nieces
When he cut her up
Into little pieces
And left her remains
On the side of the road
After the argument
That made him explode

Long after our breakup
My feelings had grown
And I still loved her
Which she should have known
Even though I was left
Heartbroken and alone
I could still feel her
Down to my bone

The storm clouds I saw
Was an ominous sign
When we ran into each other
From time to time
Our brief encounters
Were always sublime
Which offered proof positive
That love’s often blind













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By: Cedric McClester

If these walls could talk
What a tale they would tell
About all of the denizens
Of the Chelsea Hotel
The singers of song
Who lived there for a while
And the transient types
With quite a different profile

The sheets on the beds
Left undone for the maids
And the sun that was blocked
By the closed window shades
While illicit things went on
That the law forbade
With the needle still in arm
Some were found where they laid

Others drank or smoked ****
Into the wee hours of the night
Vociferously claiming
That it helped them to write
The songs they were known for
To their fans delight
And some just got drunk
And slept through to daylight

If these walls could talk
What a tale they would tell
For some it was heaven
And for others it was hell
But all were attracted
As if caught in a spell
That’s why the checked into
The Chelsea Hotel












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By: Cedric McClester

Babylon hath fallen
Said the crier to the town
And all the graven images
Lie broken on the ground
So eat drink and arise ye princes
At the trumpet’s sound
And gather ye in the houses
Where salvation is found

For thus hath the Lord
Sayeth onto me
Gather up the scribes
To record what they see
If evil’s in the land
Thou can’t just let it be
If your claim to fame
Is that you worship Me

Behold the man who insists
That he holds no blame
For the evil that he does
In his country’s name
He makes the children suffer
Just because they came
To this land of promise
That isn’t quite the same

Beware that your silence
Also makes a sound
When good people do nothing
They too are hell bound
Like someone who demands the flesh
Of others by the pound
One day they’ll lie prostrate
Trembling on the ground




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By: Cedric McClester

We don’t talk anymore
Or socialize like before
Long conversations are a bore
That’s what a text message is for
And we’re attached to our phone
Like we’re in the Twilight Zone
That’s not the way it used to be
When we had intimacy

We don’t talk face to face
Social media took its place
We rarely stop to embrace
Old memories become erased
It’s a brand- new generation
Lacking the time or patience
To verbally communicate
When we want to relate

We don’t talk anymore
From Alabam to Rotterdam
We Snapchat or Instagram
See it’s a new millennium
And social media is the idiom
We use the most to express
What we have on our chest

Some look back to yesterday
Appreciating the old way
We used our mouths to try to say
What we wanted to convey
We looked each other in the eye
And waited for the sure reply
To whatever we were saying
Or our features were displaying







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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

























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By: Cedric McClester

Somebody call a cop
The madness has to stop
How many have to drop
Before we close the shop
Do we refuse to see
The blatant cruelty
That those longing to be
Simply put, just free

Just like I said before
Somebody call the law
We cannot ignore
The horror or the gore
Of the Administration’s
Various gyrations
Before other nations
Must we keep having patience?

Despite this nation’s might
We don’t have the right
To punish or indict
So why should he take flight?
See, he’s never been contrite
He’d much prefer to fight
Than to change their plight
Either day or night

Guess we’ll have to wait
For time to seal his fate
At some future date
It’s gonna be checkmate
Meanwhile we’ll contend
‘Til its brought to an end
Or we apprehend
A man who will not bend





















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By: Cedric McClester

The fact of the matter is that,
None of the Trumps seem to get
That not a single one of ‘em
Are worth a bucket of spit
Even though it’s clear to all
That they think they’re the ****
They are so much less than that
Which they will not admit

Don Junior is so proud of being,
His father’s eldest son
Though in his heart of hearts he knows
That he’s not the chosen one
And lo, poor Eric hardly
Ever factors in
Which when you stop to think about it
Must get under his skin

As for Trump’s youngest, Baron
The jury is still out
But he’ll be as cocky as the rest
I haven’t any doubt
And so while I’m at it
Let’s give Ivanka a shout
For playing Ms. International
But what was that all about?

Which leaves us only Tiffany
Named after the jewelry store
That occupies the space
On her daddy’s lowest floor
But she stays under the radar
So I won’t say any more
Other than to say her older sister
Is spoiled to the core

















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By: Cedric McClester

Being the President’s daughter
Doesn’t make her qualified,
To sit in on the world stage,
If he told her so he lied
What she’s lacking in experience
Can in no way be applied,
To the folks that she might meet there
And that cannot be denied

Being the President’s daughter
Might explain why she was there,
But it doesn’t mean she’ll be accepted
Or, that anyone else will care
Other than her doting father
Who himself is unaware
Of the world outside of his ego
See, I just thought that I would share

Being the President’s daughter
Doesn’t mean that she is cute
Or that anybody besides himself
Has to give a single hoot
In fact, the other world leaders
Would just as soon, give her the boot
They’d like to know her true function
Or whether that point is simply moot

Being the President’s daughter
Has inherent benefits
Like the undeserved entitlement
She demonstrates by where she sits
Among a group of her superiors
Which serves to give ‘em fits
They know she doesn’t belong there
An open secret no one admits























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By: Cedric McClester

He’s a man
That they say doesn’t drink
But peace is more elusive
Than he may think
Now he’s really gone
And done it
Crossed the line
Though he hasn’t won it

He’a enamored by
Kim Jong-Un
He loves him too
Or, so he assumes
So his ambition
Goes to the moon
Even though he’s
Dealing with a goon

North Korea hasn’t
Changed one bit
Which is something
That he won’t admit
He thinks he’s mastered
The art of the deal
Which is precisely what
Un wants him to feel

Crossing the line
Was indeed historic
But that’s no reason
For him to be euphoric
It was a gesture
Bordering on sophomoric
Like the antics of
The movie character Borak















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Cedric McClester

Smoke a blunt?
Somebody's gonna!
Though it ain’t
The same marijuana
That they smoked
Back in the day
So what’s inside of it anyway?
Truthfully, it’s hard to say

It might be laced with
Fentanyl
Until you smoked it
How could you tell?
Ya see, it’s properties
Don’t ring a bell
So their affects
Could be hell

And now they rush
To legalize 
For the dollars
I’d surmise 
Whether, or not
That move is wise
See those who object
Are criticized

Yet all the evidence
Isn’t in
And that alone
Speaks to the sin
The wise won’t go
But fools rush in
So John Q Public
Takes it on the chin












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By: Cedric McClester

I wonder if they knew,
Or did they just blow their cue,
That the children locked in those cages
Were treated so outrageous?
And though it strains belief
They couldn’t even brush their teeth
Nor, use a bar of soap to bathe
Yet they’re who Marvin Gaye said save!

They present an opportunity
For the Colgate brand to be
Their toothpaste of choice
If their mouths are full of it when moist
Colgate at least should try
To be their sole source of supply
They could give those kids some hope
With their toothpaste and some Soap

Imagine that being your child,
Commercial ready with a Colgate smile
Do you get what I mean?
Like Outkast says, “So fresh and so clean.”
We can stop this insanity
With just a little humanity
And furthermore we can explore.
Not having them sleep on a floor

Beginning with a Colgate smile
We can turn back the dial,
And stop those family separations
For those caught in border migrations
They’re simply seeking a better life
An escape from the toil and strife
And crazy as it might seem
They bought into the American Dream









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By: Cedric McClester

What’s the message
That you bring?
If morality
Doesn’t mean a thing
You lock those kids up
In your Cages
Then blame Obama for it
And that enrages

What’s the message
That you’re sending
About Obama
When you’re upending
Everything
That man established
Like all he did
Was only average

What’s the message
That you’re instilling
When in their countries
The **** and killin’
Happens on
A frequent basis
But I guess I get it
You’re a racist

What’s the message
That’s contained
In squalid camps
Where kids remain
And it is beyond belief
That they can’t bathe
Or brush their teeth
Or seemingly receive relief





















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By: Cedric McClester

Because of the law of
Unintended consequences
We need to take a deep breath
And come to our senses
A war with Iran
Would be very expensive
Therefore, there’s a need
For us to be pensive

A war with Iran
Would cost so many lives
That thought alone,
Should give us the hives
Think of the mothers
Fathers and wives
Before we decide to
Bring out the knives

Iran fought Iraq
When the death toll was millions
And the cost in treasure
Went up in the trillions
They also lost count
Of their dead civilians
Taken back to the age
Of the reptilians

Once we go in,
How do we get out?
Clearly that’s something
Worth thinking about
And what do we do
To find another route
For us to get all
The oil out?















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By: Cedric McClester

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
2020 will spell his demise
When we can put to rest
His many lies
And totally ignore
His false alibis
See a change is coming I surmise

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
We can look forward to
Bluer skies
When his ship starts to sink
Or at least capsize
And he’s diminished
In the people’s eyes

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
Everybody knows
That his ego is outsized
Without it being deserved
As it’s advertised
See those in the know
Know otherwise

God willing,
And the creek don’t rise
He’s going down
As the crow flies
In a straight line
As his falsehood dies
And our nation is restored
The grand prize















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By: Cedric McClester

We’ve elected
An African-American president, he said
When right from day one
He declared him dead
Like the restorative justice
They’re moving ahead
To provide reparations
And put slavery to bed

While it’s true
That we’ve fought a Civil War
That in itself
Doesn’t even the score
Nor do the bills passed
That we can’t ignore
The remnants of slavery
Has still left us poor

150 years and slavery
Has passed
So why reparations, now
You well might ask
When you’ve reaped the benefits
Of that checkered past
It’s about time
That we place you on blast

Mitch McConnell is
The last one who should talk
When Merritt Garland’s nomination
He chose to block
To place a conservative
On the Supreme Court dock
Even someone
That the public could mock
















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By: Cedric McClester

Mox nix
That they’ve heard
From Hope Hicks
Who was up to
Her usual tricks
Because those are the kind
He usually picks
When he wants to put in the fix

Mox nix
It doesn’t matter
Who he picks
Once he knows
What makes them tick
And they’re good
At the rhetoric
Of not making him into a ****

Mox nic
It doesn’t matter
That he’s sick
And gives his base
That red meat schtick
While ignoring the damage
That it can inflict
By hiding his hand while throwing a brick

Mox nix
It doesn’t matter how big
The signature affixed
To the royal decrees
He throws in the mix
Or the former aides
He summarily evicts
From his cabinet
Of sycophants and hicks









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By: Cedric McClester

It’s ******’ outrageous
That they lock ‘em in cages
For seeking a better life
By escaping the toil and strife
Of the countries they come from
It’s a ******* conundrum?
Yet we know what he’s all about
‘Cuz we have him figured out

It’s ******’ outrageous
That our history pages
Don’t reflect our checkered past
Yet the dye’s already been cast
And the deck is stacked
As a matter of fact
Against folks of a darker hew
Than the ones that he’s talkin’ to

It’s ******’ outrageous
How advantageous
Life can be for a chosen few
While people like me and you
As a common preamble
Must learn how to scramble
In order to merely survive
For us to just stay alive

It’s ******’ outrageous
How ******* contagious
The man seems to have become
While beating his campaign drum
Red meat for his base
The insults encased
In a reality TV veneer
For those who gather to hear









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By: Cedric McClester

He sat down beside me
On a bench
I scooted down about
An inch
Pretending I couldn’t
Smell his stench
As a matter of fact
I didn’t flinch

He was a fellow
Human being
Who lives his life
Largely unseen
As if that were
Peachy keen
When in fact
It’s obscene

In a land
That’s blessed with plenty
Tell me why
We have so many
Homeless people
Even when they
Clearly need someone
Who can be

Depended on
For a helping hand
Cuz we can fix this
Oh yes we can
If we come up
With a plan
To eradicate homelessness
From this land







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By: Cedric McClester

At an early age you were sexually abused
Which I know is something that you didn’t choose
So it’s no wonder how come you’re confused
Because your mind and body were so badly bruised
And I know the feeling that you must have inside
Like I know that feeling cannot be denied
Even though a part of you has already died
It should never come down to committing suicide

You have mixed emotions
Playing with your head
That you can’t seem to shake
Despite the things I’ve said
So you start questioning
Where it all has led
Every single time
That you go to bed

It never seems to leave you after all these years
You’ve probably lost count of all of the tears
That you’ve shed in recognition of your inner fears
But as bad as it is - it’s not as bad as it appears
Ya see you can recover though it may take a while
And you can rediscover a good reason to smile
A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first mile

There are things in life
That tends to make us numb
But it’s that kind of pain and strife
That we must overcome
So even thought it may be
Easier said then done
It’s a war worth fighting
And it can be won



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By: Cedric McClester

What happened to the dream
Was it always the plan
To pit Conservatives
Against the working man
Have mortgage foreclosures
All across the land
And no one wants to give
The poor a helping hand

They say that they’re Christians
Who believe in Jesus Christ
So how come they refuse
To take his sage advice
They can have the pie
We just want a slice
Yet they refuse to do that
Ya see they don’t play nice

The powers that be
Thought the movement had died
With Zucotti Park
But someone must have lied
Cos the people united
Cannot be defeated
They can try to fight it
But they’re gonna be unseated

What kind of future
Do we want or need
One that puts a suture
On avarice and greed
The majority will lose
If only the few succeed
In having their way
While the rest of us bleed

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By: Cedric McClester

Like Old MacDonald
Mitch McConnell
Belongs on a farm
But at this minute
He’s the gendarme
Of the US Senate
A Republican clog
Who goes in whole hog

If you can dig this
He’s an obstructionist
Who holds up any vote
That a Democrat wrote
What he chooses to ignore
Doesn’t come to the floor
He’s the main one
Preventing things from getting done

They call him the Speaker
But America is weaker
Under his leadership
That man is a trip
Without a second thought
He held up the Supreme Court
And allowed the nomination
Of an abomination

Some call him Mitch
Others, *******
But either or
His record is poor
When it relates to legislation
That benefits the nation
He hasn’t a fraction
Of legislative action







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By: Cedric McClester

The voices in your head suggest
That you’d be better off dead (no less)
But put those voices to rest
Because that might not be what’s best
So before you choose to depart
Think about it and take heart
‘Cuz don’t ya see, here’s the thing
You never know what tomorrow will bring

Please don’t listen to that voice
That’s telling you, (you have no choice)
But to jump off (of that roof)
It seems right, right now (but where’s the proof)
So before you choose to depart
Think about it and take heart
Cuz don’t ya see, here’s the thing
You never know what tomorrow will bring

You just want the pain to stop
But that’s a rather (severe drop)
And what if you should change your mind
On the way down (only to find)
That unfortunately it’s much too late
For you to now equivocate
Cuz don’t ya see, here’s the thing
You never know what tomorrow will bring

The voices in your head suggest
That you’d be better off dead (no less)
But put those voices to rest
Because that might not be what’s best
So before you choose to depart
Think about it and take heart
‘Cuz don’t ya see, here’s the thing
You never know what tomorrow will bring

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By: Cedric McClester

For him the law
Is a sport
As outlined in
The Mueller Report
He’s selling
This nation short
He better hope that
He doesn’t get caught

He defies
All the rules
Like the country
Is comprised of fools
That he can use
As tools
Or just convenient
Foot stools

He’s an anomaly
As upon review
We can see
Who’s been on
A lawless spree
In this homeland
Of the brave
And land of the free

He’s an
Embarrassment
Who refuses
To relent
Perhaps it’s because
He’s hell-bent
On living a life
That’s misspent

















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By: Cedric McClester

She was the apple
Of her dad’s eye
Now he’s left to wonder
The reason why
‘Cuz he didn’t know
When she told him goodbye
It would be the last time
He’d see her alive

I don’t think it’s fair
That she isn’t here
Cuz the pain was
Too much for her to bare
Her loved ones stare
Lookin’ out at nowhere
Becuz’ of their grief
And inward despair

Her mom misses her
Every moment of the day
And thinks of the circumstances
That took her away
Her school knew about it
But they didn’t say
Although at her funeral
They sent a bouquet

She lived with the teasing
Bullying and pain
Though she had a hard time
Tryna explain
The tortured thoughts
That ran through her brain
Until she jumped
And downward she came


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By: Cedric McClester

They can’t turn the clock back
To before
Ugliness and hatred’s
At it’s core
We fought for Civil Rights
And changed the law
So we’re not coming in
Through the back door

They can’t turn the clock back
To before
We had the right to vote
Or went to war
The urgency of now’s
Hard to ignore
For those of us
Who’ve been keeping score

They can’t turn the clock back
To before
‘Cuz we’re not taking their ****
Anymore
We’re the ones that they say
They abhor
Yet we fought for them
In each and every war

They can’t turn the clock back
To before
We arrived in slave ships
On these shores
The aftermath of which
Runs through our pores
So let me sign off now
Sincerely yours










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By: Cedric McClester

This thing is complex
We’re lacking
Balances or checks
And being led
By inferior intellects
Round up the usual suspects
Cuz’ who knows what
Is coming next?

This thing is perverse
It’s gone from
Bad to worst
Could it be that
We’re accursed?
And can it somehow
Be reversed?

This thing is bizarre
Because it’s gone
Too far
But then,
There you are
We’re in a
Petri jar

This thing isn’t unique
And I know of
What I speak
Which informs
This critique
The strong will
Vanquish the weak
If we continue being meek


















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By: Cedric McClester

He’s grotesque
A Kafkaesque
Baffoon at best
Full of excess
But I digress
Cuz we no less
Have to digest
Being oppressed

He is indeed
A different breed
Follow my lead?
Pay careful heed
He’s a despotic
Kind of neurotic
Like a narcotic
That’s so hypnotic

We must resist
Balling our fist
Because we’re ******
See in our midst
Is a narcissist
An arsonist
We should dismiss
To the abyss

With full throat
We can emote
Through our vote
So please take note
We can reverse
This awful curse
But we must first
Go in reverse













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By: Cedric McClester

When it was sublime
There was reason and rhyme
To the American paradigm
But now we are remiss
Since we’ve abandoned this
Though some will still insist
That we still have greatness

But I’ve become real leary
I question that in theory
To those inclined to hear me
These times are very scary
If the truth be told
By embracing the bold
We’ve apparently lost our soul
It’s been bought and sold

Once a beacon of hope
Now we seem to *****
We’re on a slippery *****
Called misanthrope
In this new disguise
We’re hard to recognize
As we become despised
In most people’s eyes

Can we convalesce?
That’s anybody’s guess
We’re under so much stress
But nevertheless
We could be redeemed
Once again held in high esteem
At least we can dream
Of a new regime


















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By: Cedric McClester

He’s the precedent
Not the president
A stable genius?
Or is he heinous?
I think he lied
But you can decide
Whether he’s the precedent
Or the president

Now he’s concluded
He never colluded
And he’s deducted
He never obstructed
The Mueller probe
Though he’s been disrobed
So is he the precedent
Or the president

Who could have thought
All that man has wrought
And it’s very clear
That we need to fear
What’s gonna be proven
He needs removing
Because he’s the precedent
Not the president

We shouldn’t have to ask
Whether he’s a horse’s ***
By now it’s crystal clear
By the evidence that’s there
He’s a narcissist
And so let’s ponder this
He’s not the president
HE'S THE PRECEDENT!



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By: Cedric McClester

Whatever it is
Under the sun
There’s no race
That can’t be run
Tell yourself
That you’re the one
To achieve the impossible
Then get it done

Obstacles
May exist
But giving up
You must resist
Nothing’s insurmountable
If you persist
And I always want you to  
Remember this

It begins
With a dream
That illuminates
Like a light beam
Next comes the plot
Then the scheme
It’s not as difficult
As it may seem

Now get up
From where you’re sitting
It’s right there
For the getting
That it’s you
Is only fitting
With the effort
You’re committing




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By: Cedric McClester

Now that he’s divorced
People speculate
But what I’m alleging
I can freely state
Sorry if he can’t stand up
Underneath the weight
Cuz he has ****** preferences
For some heavy freight

I don’t know why
You’re amazed
E’rbody knows
He swings both ways
He’s been Ms. Honey
For days and days
Haven’t you noticed
His effeminate ways

I can run it down
Chapter and verse
I can even tell you
Who he slept with first
And just to make bad
Even worst
I  know when he first
Became immersed

Listen it’s his life
So let him live it
Whether you approve
Or are not down with it
He can still sing
So come on admit it
And some of y’all think
That he still can get it

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By: Cedric McClester

Despite our call for law and order
Every day drugs cross the border
They think of it as free trade
With the markets that they’ve made
And let me say another thing
We consume all that they bring
They’re only doing what they can
To supply what we demand

I know where the needle goes
And what you’re snorting up your nose
I know more than you suppose
About the choices that you chose
Home of the brave land of the free
While all of that well may be
There’s a huge dichotomy
Between those things and what I see

We have blinders on our eyes
Yet we’re real quick to criticize
Others but nevertheless
We helped to create this mess
As long as they know that we’ll buy
The tons of drugs that they supply
They are gonna keep on coming
Whether or not the thought is numbing

It shouldn’t come as a surprise
That some want us to legalize
The kinds of drugs that we ingest
Is it worth exploring nevertheless
Let’s give weight and proper measure
To those drugs we seem to treasure
Rather than us just ignoring
All the lives that it's destroying

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By: Cedric McClester

He's waging war
Against the ACA
It’s never ending battle
To this very day
Preexisting conditions
He's vowed to protect
But if he's successful
He won’t I do suspect

His celebrated  tax-cut
Only benefits the rich
Though it was meant for everyone
According to his pitch
He's removing regulations
Each and everyday
Meant for our protection
Like it was okay

Now he’s making nice
With our chief adversaries
Seeking their advice
The lines are getting bleary
But even though they are
I don’t think he hears me
Well then there you are
It’s getting very scary

The issue of global warming
Is largely being ignored
The atmosphere is changing
So we can ill afford
To act as if it isn’t
While oil is explored
Wouldn’t it be nice
If we were of on accord?

























































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He’s such a slime
For reporting in real time
The nature of his crime
During his down time
And there’s no disputing
His wink and nod to Putin
Like his very own Rasputin
Was free of any gluten

He’s such a slime
That I wish I had a dime
For each, and every time
That he’s crossed the line
In my mind, he’s a traitor
A toothsome alligator
Our very own Darth Vader
But more on that later

He’s such a slime
Who’s far from benign
A poisonous enzyme
That isn’t in his prime
Right out in the open
You can find him groping
For new ways of stroking
Putin as a token

He’s such a slime
Without reason or rhyme
His ignorance sublime
The perfect paradigm
Of what not to do
Especially in my view
Even if on que
Or out of the blue















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By: Cedric McClester

Her explanation
Best explains,
She’s living rent free
Inside of his brain
A mere distraction
That always remains
The motivator of
His outrageous claims

She’s been vetted
A thousand times
All they’ve come up with
Are imagined crimes
“Lock her up,”
His base always chimes.
She’d be rich
If they paid her in dimes

I guess we could have
Anticipated
Him calling for her
To be investigated
For spying he says
Kind of belated
They used to be friends
But now she’s hated

He’s talked in the past
About giving out pardons
But when it come to her
His attitude hardens
It’s like the war
Of the ancient Spartans
Not like a stroll
Through Tivoli Gardens












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By: Cedric McClester

Uncomfortable days
And sleepless nights
He eats their souls
In tiny bites
While promoting the
Supremacy of whites
The kind of controversy
In which he delights

They find themselves
Acquiescing
To various things
That he’s addressing
It takes a while for them
To learn their lesson
After they’ve become
One of his possessions

In good time
No one denies
Everything he touches
Eventually dies
Or becomes someone
For him to despise
With reputations tattered
Otherwise

If he’s not Satan,
Who is he then?
A corrupter
Of women and of men
Who swallows their souls
Like only he can
Which his victims
Eventually understand










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By: Cedric McClester

From his 19-page
Audition memo, ya knew
That he would do the job
He was hired to do
Protect the President
Through and though
And stir up a caldron
Of ******* brew

Our Attorney General
Is William Barr
And he views the President
Much like a czar
Or better yet
He sees him on par
With every dictator
Near or far

My mission here
Is not to spoil it
But Barr’s reputation
Is now in the toilet
He’s clearly a waste
And we need to boil it
Or rise up in mass
To combat this ****

Just think about it
It makes perfect sense
That William Barr
Would mount a defense
For a tainted President
So therefore and hence
He’s as much of an ***-kiss
As Vice President Pence















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By: Cedric McClester

The devil does exist
He’s living in our midst
But William Barr insists
That he’s not a liar
While impressing those
Much higher
Beware to the buyer
The situation’s dire

The devil does exist
If you get my gist
And let me tell you this
That he’s not a joke
Look at how
He goes for broke
Smell the sulfur  
From his smoke

The devil does exist
And those who can’t resist
Are on his naughty list
They gladly sell their souls
While assuming
Their various roles
That he’s assigned to them
They all bow down to him

The devil does exist
And so we should resist
He’s looking to enlist
Willing supplicants
To follow him
Like a colony of ants
Then they take a chance
By lowering their pants










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By: Cedric McClester

Your man hit on my girl
And I became singed
Due to his disrespect
I wanted to get revenge
One night of your lovin’
When you were undaunted
One night of your lovin’
Was all I really wanted

We were at a party
When opportunity knocked
And so I took full advantage
Of the lateness of the clock
I offered to take you home
And you demurely agreed
That was all I needed
In order to succeed

You turned out to be
A very special treat
I guess that’s why they say
That revenge is sweet
If we never do it again
It won’t be a defeat
It won’t erase the memory
Of us inside your sheets

One night of your lovin
Was really all it took
To remain etched in my memory
If I should write a book
One night of your lovin’
Was oh so very nice
One night of your lovin’
Put me in paradise

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Can you surmise,
Why I despise
A man who tells 10,000 lies,
And counting,
Because they keep on mounting?
Like the ones Kellyanne
Is always discounting
That gush from his mouth like a fountain

He promotes hate
While he prevaricates
Most of what he states
Are outright lies
But supporters are none-the-wise
Because his lies are disguised
As truthful anecdotes
You see they’re quotes

For him deceiving is as natural
As breathing
Which leaves me seething
At the mere notion
That he hasn’t reached his quotient
Though
The lies he tell seem to flow
As his nose tend to grow

A man who tells 10,000 lies
Never stops to realize
Why the righteous criticize
The stories that he weaves
Perhaps he believes
If you state a lie over again
People will start to believe you when
Your Twitter button’s pressed on send







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By: Cedric McClester

The fast food was as cold,
As their host
Who was giving the Baylor girls team
A White House toast
Because of the winning record
They were able to boast
That automatically comes with
Winning the most

It was rare recognition for
A women’s basketball team
To be invited to the White House
Ya know what I mean?
But an inexpensive one
From all I can glean
Cuz how much is McDonald’s
In the larger scheme ?

They laughed to keep from crying
By the time they entered the Oval Office
They were dying
Their host had some awkward moments
Though he was trying
His best to entertain them
But they weren’t buying
The reality TV persona him

He really tried to display his charms
By mentioning their short sleeves
And the definition of their arms
Which coming from someone else
Would have set off alarms
But an awkward quip from him
Hardly ever harms
Just like its synonym
















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By: Cedric McClester

Our new toastmaster
Has skin of alabaster
And hair that’s a disaster
Yet he throws insults faster
Than a rocket blaster
Adding insult to injury
The man happens to be
Our Chief Executive, see

We used to call it ranking
Our unique way of spanking
Opponents who were banking
On their wit while pranking
Those that they would clown
By trying to put down
The victims that they found
Seems that is still around

Without mentioning names
Some still play those childish games
They make outrageous claims
In furtherance of their aims
And seemingly succeed
Yes they do indeed
They’re of a different breed

Somewhere in King James
I believe the Bible frames
To stop fanning the flames
And put away childish games
A lesson of concern
That you know who, should learn
Perhaps we should be stern
In saying in hell he’ll burn

















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By: Cedric McClester

You must ask yourself
What manner of man
Would compare border migration
To Disney Land?
Then to heap insult
Upon those he never pities
He wants to send them all
To sanctuary cities

You must ask yourself
What manner of man,
Would label the FBI ****
Like the President can?
Then say the Mueller probe
Was just a giant plot
To overthrow him
Which we know it was not

You must ask yourself
What manner of man,
Would let his rhetoric
Get that much out of hand?
Especially one elected to lead
Make you wonder if
He’s the one
We the American people need

You must ask yourself
What manner of man
Would address the NRA
Much like kicking sand
In the face of those
Shot in that Synagogue
Not to mention other atrocities
Of which there’s a backlog








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By: Cedric McClester

The fact that one traitor
Would celebrate another
Only goes to show
They’re brothers from another mother
So it’s not surprising
That as we now see
Trump thinks we should venerate
Robert E. Lee

A soldier and a gentleman
Who betrayed our republic
Makes Lee a traitor
So while I’m on the subject
Agreeing with Putin
Over our CIA
Makes Trump one too
I don’t care what you say

There are,” very fine people”
On both sides he said
Though one side was wishing
That the other side was dead
Which in fact happened
And I’m sure he read
How it all went down
Before he went to bed

“Russia if you’re listening”
Was his staunch appeal
Give us all those emails
Which they did for real
He’s closer to Russia
Than his next of kin
Which signifies something
Can I get an Amen?









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Our three branches of government
Can’t pass the smell test
When all sides are embroiled
In a partisan mess
Because of our despot
As you might have guessed
With him the rule of law
Is hardly ever stressed

So much for the three branches
Being coequal
When they get caught up
In this kind of *****
All we can do
Is pray there’s no sequel
And we can return to
A government of the people

He betrays the laws of the land
That he swore to protect
Which is a clear sign
Of his gross disrespect
Or a testament to his
Challenged intellect
Which points to the fact
That he has to be checked

The accepted norms, which is the glue
That bind us together,
He seeks to undue
He’s continuously dropping
That other shoe
The same way
Any other narcissist
Would do












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By: Cedric McClester

The emperor wears no clothes
And has contempt for our laws, as everyone knows
He has a triple chin and a belly that shows
He’s a miserable ******* I suppose
The emperor is naked for the world to see
Which makes him transparent, if you ask me
Though he hides his taxes, how can that be?
If he’s so open, how come we can’t see?

The emperor wears no clothes
And when it comes to Russia, he’s not opposed
To taking their side over those
Of his intelligence assessments, once disclosed
The emperor is what he’d like to be
When he looks in the mirror that’s what he sees
He’s surrounded by sycophants who exist to pleases
As a prerequisite, they must bend their knees

The emperor wears no clothes
Like Pinocchio his nose grows and grows
Because of the path that he obviously chose
It’s our patriotic duty to see that he’s deposed
The emperor is more than we can take
He doesn’t know how to apply the brake
And how did he get there for heaven sake
He’s like an abscess, a bad toothache

The emperor wears no clothes
And therefore, his short coming shows
He constantly picks his nose
And can’t even touch his toes
The emperor is not as he might appear
His rhetoric and actions don’t square
So by now we should all be aware
That he don’t give a **** or a care










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By: Cedric McClester

I guess it’s appropriate to ask,
Who knew,
That the Mueller Probe was
Really a coup?
Or nefarious plot, hatched
To undue
The 2016 presidential election,
Right church, wrong pew

Once again you could say
That the President lied
By recently saying that
The British spied
On the Trump Campaign
A charge they denied
Is he a conspiracy theorist?
I’ll let you decide

And just in case you have
Any doubt
That he might leave President
Obama out
You need to eat more
Brussel Sprouts
Cuz it’s someone else’s fault
He always shouts

He likes to be briefed
Cuz he never reads
To get the information
A president needs
By hook or crook
He somehow succeeds
In staying afloat
Despite his deeds












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By: Cedric McClester

Place the onus on those
Right wing Jewish donors
Who view the annexation of
The Golan Heights a bonus
And while it well may be
We’ll have to wait and see
If a two-state solution can be found
On what was once Palestinian ground

So let us continue to pretend
That it’s not about the Benjamins
Garnering support for our Jewish friends
To the detriment of Palestinians
The President’s envoy to the Middle East,
His son-in-law, can’t bring about peace
You see he biased to say the least
And both of their pocket have been greased

We can’t underestimate Jewish influence
On American policy we see the confluence
As our strongest ally in the Middle East
The slack we cut them, over time has increased
And so we’re not viewed as honest brokers
But rather we’re thought of as Jewish gophers
Whether, or not that’s actually  true
That’s how it’s seen in many folks view

While Israel has the right to exist
So do the people who they’ve ******
They’ve taken Jerusalem for their nation’s capitol
Though for Palestinians that’s clearly not palpable
So how is the riddle ever to be solved,
If neither side, hasn’t evolved?
And policy’s still driven by certain interests
Which is fuel by money nevertheless








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By: Cedric McClester

Call me a hater
But Trump is a traitor
Who’d like to be a dictator
Or a George Washington
Our nation’s pater
Though we should call him
A thin ice skater, or better yet
A democracy deflator

Call me a hater
Or an avid debater
But Trump is an alienator
Who right from the start
Wanted to keep us apart
And he seems to have succeeded
He’s what his base needed
I have conceded

Call me a hater
More or less, an instigator
Or something much greater
One who tells the truth
Because he has the proof
And without a doubt
Plainly lays it out
In a whisper or shout

Call me a hater
Not a fabricator
Or an exaggerator
Unlike a hell-bent
Kind of President
Who betray his oath
And shows no growth
As a product of both








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By: Cedric McClester

The biggest drug pusher
That there ever was
Never did half the things
That Big Pharma does
But they get away with it
Primarily becuz
Of the billions they make
For their chest of drawers

The biggest drug pushers
Don’ t live in the hood
But they]re the ones
That get locked up for good
But they’re not the ones
Who ultimately should
When the disparity
Is fully understood

The biggest drug pushers
Wear white lab coats
And often are seen
Tacking copious notes
To justify the opioids
That their scrips conote
That we see them issuing
Out like by rote

The biggest drug pushers
Seem to get away
None have been sentenced
To a prison stay
They’ve been successful
At keeping at bay
Law enforcement
To this very day






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