By: Cedric mcClester

America, what the hell happened?
Could it be, we got caught napping?
While his tariffs keep overlapping
Is China’s market worth us scrapping?
Where in the world did we go wrong
Was it that we just went along,
With someone who appeared strong,
Like an old familiar song?

We’re not who we used to be
To the outside world that’s plain to see
We can’t sell them on being free
If it doesn’t apply to you and me
Strong men and dictators we embrace
We’re chartered members in any case
Of any leader that’s a disgrace
To the entire human race

It must be time to take our seat
Cuz everywhere we’re in retreat
It’s Soviet history that we repeat
When we choose to go down that street
See all of us should know the score
Because that movie’s played before
And if we choose to just ignore
Then Russia gives it to us raw

America start paying attention
We don’t need to defy convention
When it causes such dissension
And how come Putin’s who we’re Frenching?
See we should say,”Not so fast,”
And tell him to kiss our ***
But he doesn’t seem up to that task
Even though he’s been unmasked



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By: Cedric McClester

He can’t hide from the truth
His impeachment is the proof
His base won’t tell ‘em that he goofed
And some of ‘em will raise the roof
They’ll obfuscate and outright lie
And be counted on for an alibi
See there ain’t nothing he won’t try
Nor an accusation he won’t deny

Seven thousand lies and counting
Once a mole hill now a mountain
And the things that he keeps touting
Has us asking what about ‘em?
We can’t believe a word that’s said
Nor what’s coming out his head
He has our allies seeing red
Who pray for him before bed

“It was a perfect conversation,”
At least that’s what he tells the nation
Over half are losing patience
If you will, think United Nations
Like a poker player’s tells
All he sees are oil wells
While ISIS keeps on building cells
But that doesn’ t ring his bells

No resistance to interference
From the Russians, by all appearance
In fact he seems to give them clearance
To continue their adherence
He’s invited China into the mix
So he can get Joe Biden fixed
But we’re savy to his tricks
So now he’ll have to take his licks


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By: ibn Herbert

Judging by his nomenclature
He’s a heretic by nature
But that doesn’t make him hate cha
He’d be more apt to debate ya
About matters of the spirit
When he gathers you to hear it
Whenever that’s the case
At his Sunday morning worship space

And what you have to understand
About his traveling caravan
Is they have no clergyman
Passing out the collection pan
No, what you see is what you get
And you’d get caught up I bet
It’s an experience you won’t forget
Though you eyes well might get we

It’s quite an unusual sight
And just to give you a highlight
Your spirit gets lifted to the heights
As you join his acolytes
And I swear you’ll be amazed
At the variety of ways
That the whole thing interplays
When you learn how Jesus saves

For some it’s a transformation
When they’re open or they’re patient
And their salvation is nascent
Cuz they once were just complacent
For him it’s a spiritual affirmation
And a decadence ablation
That must be shared with the nation
So he’s manned his battle station





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By: Cedric McClester

Chivalry must have died
The day that soldier testified
His allegations undened
Although the other party tried
He was besmirched from the start
Despite having a Purple Heart
He’s a bona fide army man
So why call him a partisan?

In defense of the indefensible
You’re liable to hear all kinds of bull
From those who fear the lever pull
Of a primary challenge that’s a handful
They’re afraid of man who few elected
Who’s guilty as charged as suspected
No monuments will be erected
Once the full list of his crimes are detected

He’s a truth teller not a flamethrower
Who heard the call unlike the whistleblower
In other words an actual knower
And if I’m going too fast, I can go slower
For those who refuse to connect the dots
Instead prefer to take their shots
I guess you could say they’ve got the hots
For those who are the real patriots

He was never with me the suspect said
But why do those thoughts even enter his head?
Did it come from something Sean Hannity said
Or from the conspiracy theories that he takes to bed?
I guess it’s safe to say, that we’ll never know
Or the annals of time will probably show
Yet there are those who’ll say even so
As if the rest of us must be slow




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By: Cedric McClester

Somewhere, I heard or read,
That you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead
Now that, that has been said,
And al-Baghdadi is a trophy head
Before he set off the suicide blast
There’s something I just have to ask
Did he actually whimper and cry
At the thought he was going to die?

But, that said, in any case
The world’s a much better place
Just to put the matter to bed,
With the erstwhile Kalifah dead
The President has bragging rights
For putting out that leader’s lights
But the backlash his words will insite
Will only cause ISIS tp ignite

And much to our collective regret,
The thing we must never forget
Or, would be ill advised to ignore
That we have killed others before
Their names wouldn’t fit a marquee
And while that well may be
Their movements have endured
Because they’re of one accord

They still want to take down the West
By now, in case you haven’t guessed
So this is the logical deduction
They’re committed to our destruction
I hope that you’re following me
They have a warped ideology
That has nothing to do with Islam
Those who claim so are doomed to be ******



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By: ibn Herbert

It’s an acknowledgement
Not a concession,
Good for the soul
Is confession
But so many
Don’t learn the lesson
That I’m stating here
Not contesting

Good for the soul
It’s been said
To confess your transgression
Instead
Of holding them inside your head
It’s better to put them to bed
How else will they ever
Be dead?

Confession Leads to relief
From the ailments
That cause you grief
For some it’s a matter
Of belief
Which I feel
Fit’s this motif
All I’m trying to do is debrief

We all have the need to confess
Just to get it
Off our chest
But some won’t
Nevertheless
It’s too hard for them
To digest
Those are the ones who
Digress



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By: ibn Herbert

Where does the time go,
That passes by so fast?
In my younger years
I really had a blast
But that was yesterday
Now I’m forced to ask
Where does the time go,
After the dye has been cast?

Where does the time go,
When I wasn’t paying attention?
Now what is there to show,
That’s worthy of being mentioned?
The answers I’m trying to find,
Has me paying full attention
Where does the time go,
Is it beyond my comprehension?

Where does the time go?
A riddle for the ages
And what does each chapter show,
As we turn the pages?
Life can better be seen
In the rear view mirror
Where does the time go,
Does it become any clearer?

Where does the time go?
It tends to keep moving on
And what do the passing years show,
Long after they’ve been gone?
Once they become history
They cannot be changed
Where does the time go,
Once it is estranged?



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By: ibn Herbert

Let’s unveil the mystery
Of Leonard Cohen
At the Chelsea Hotel
She sang Me and My Bobby McGee
And from what I hear
She sang it well
Though he wasn't pretty at all
She answered her carnal call

So there on an unmade bed
Lay Leonard
While receiving head
In the throws
Of complete ecstasy
Oblivious
To all else but she
Lost inside of their debauchery

She preferred the handsome type
But she didn’t complain
Didn’t, gripe
About the way Leonard looked
Non-traditional
Once she got hooked
On the feeling making love made
He was one of an endless parade

And on the street down below
Their limousines idled
He told us so
While they did the tango
In each other’s arms
And became susceptible
To one another’s charms
Their passion burned four alarms




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By: ibn Herbert

The wages of sin
Is the price you pay
If you let your ego
Get in the way
Or your demons
Lead you astray
At least that’s what
I’ve heard some people say

But what diety
Should you choose
If it’s the son,
Then does the Father lose?
And who gave the son
The Good News?
Have you contemplate that
From your pews?

Which religion
Should you follow?
Some rationals
Are hard to swallow,
Which one do you think,
Doesn’t sound hollow?
When you’re seeking
A life that’s moral

And is it enough
To believe?
In an entity
You can’t conceive
Or does that,
Make you naive?
Within the narrative
That I've weaved




                    


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By: ibn Herbert

So you say,
You’re born again
But do you know
The moment when?
Your old life
Came to an end
And you became
Free of sin

You took more
Than you gave
Your past life
Made you a slave
‘Til you discovered
How Jesus saves
And you made amends
For mistakes you made

You’re changed now
So you profess
And if I had to
Venture a guess
You’re no longer
The hot mess
That you once were
Nevertheless

I understand
Your need to share
You want others
To become aware
That your salvation
Is sincere
And if they want to
They can go there









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By Ibn Herbert

Am I going crazy?
You're driving me insane
See I can't get you baby
Out of my brain
Tell me if I'm veering
Out of my lane
You give me such pleasure
And you also cause me pain

It's a true dichotomy
But you don't even know
What you do to me?
And how far you sometimes go
It's not that hard to see
But baby even so
I should let you be
But I keep eating crow

Even though at times
I think you're insincere
But despite that fact
I have to have you here
Like a magnet attracts
And brings an object near
I stay close to you
Just because I care

What more can I say
That I haven't said
You're just like a poem
That somewhere I read
The lines keep resonating
Deep inside my head
I can't wait to have you
On my water bed




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By: Cedric McClester

He’s the greatest artist that ever lived
To let him tell it, but is that a myth?
I hear him ******, he does have a gift
But who should we compare him with?
Michaelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel
A major work of art upon which to grapple
Leonardo painted the iconic Mona Lisa
And who created, the leaning Tower of Pisa?

He’s the greatest artist of all time
At least he is in his own mind
But upon inspection what do we find
A mad genius who has crossed the line
His sneaker designs are kind of fly
And his clothes are okay we can’t deny
Though what he's selling we don't tend to buy,
That's the truth of the matter why should we lie?

He’s a great artist and that’s his alibi
And we’re still trying to figure out, the reason why
But is it worth the effort, should we even try?
To decyfer him as if he were Luis Brunei
Thank God Almighty that he’s been saved
From the self indulgence, which had him enslaved
So as he tells it now, he’s no longer depraved
Which is so much different from how he once behaved

He’s the greatest artist that’s now alive
Is a better moniker for him to  strive
But even that requires that he arrive
Where the depth of his artistry can be archived
There’s no arguing that he’s carved a niche
Or that his offerings have made him rich
Yet he’ll never be able to scratch the itch
See in the final analysis that his glitch





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By: Cedric McClester

When substance doesn’t suit their diet
Their retort is, “Why not stage a riot?”
Let’s observe them closely as they try it
On the chance that we the people buy it
They’re real good at attacking the process
While ignoring the substance more or less
Cuz the walls are closing in on them I guess
So they hope that their tactics spell success

***-rushing in on a closed door session
While government officials make confession
Might meet with the president’s blessing
Though the exercise seems adolescent
What was it that they were hoping to prove?
Aren’t  they the ones who perfected that move?
How quickly they forgot about Bin-Ghazi
And I’m speaking in English not in Farsi

Closed door sessions are done all the time
Secret testimony is not a crime
And trying to make it so is a tall climb
But ignorance is bliss when it’s sublime
They think of us all as being myopic
So frequently they try to change the topic
For heaven’s sake, I wish that they would stop it
Like a spill on a grocery store aisle, at least mop it

The Republican Caucus is a motley crew
But that ain’t no new news, I know you knew
I don’t judge ‘em by what they say, but by what they do
And if you knew like I do, you would too
Let me give you a tip, bet your hunch
Because in my view they’re one sorry bunch
The Democrats most likely will eat their lunch
Let’s watch them as they sit down and munch





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By: Cedric McClester

Lindsey Graham should be ashamed
For saying Trump’s unfairly blamed
In this inquiry, as he’s claimed
Though to him it’s all the same
Lindsey’s Trump’s favorite acolyte
Pretending everything’s alright
But what’s done in the dark of night
Will come out in the daylight

Linsey Graham’s now full of stuffing
See these days he doesn’t stand for nothing
When he criticized Trump, was he bluffing?
Like your average ragamuffin
Lindsey Graham once had some pride
Now he doesn’t, but you decide
Should he be reelected or denied
When good judgement is applied

Graham’s not who he used to be
And that’s plain enough to see
So if he’d get up off his knee
Maybe then he would be free
But Lindsey does like his golf
Ask Guiliani, as in Rudolph
Who has bitten more than he can chew off
So now we view him as *****-off

Lindsey Graham has gone crackers
Just the same as most Trump backers
And I guess that directly factors
In the thoughts of his detractors
He’s clearly not the senator
That he used to be before
An idiosyncrasy we can’t ignore
Let me stop now, although there's more


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By: Cedric McClester

Pat yourself on the back,
You’ve solved the riddle
And as a matter of fact
It took you and your tact
To teach the Turks how to act
Now that the cease fire will stand
In Syria’s vast desert land
We’re now beginning to understand

Obama spoke about a red line
But you alone, had the presence of mind
To finally get us out of that bind
Which you don’t hesitate to remind
Because now everything is peachy keen
And we’ve left there, as we’ve seen
What the future holds is hard to glean
Now that the Russians are on the scene

You’re Mr. Wonderful, I’ll hand you that
And I’ve got to say you’re one cool cat
But even still I smell a rat
Because the Russian are now getting fat
You’ve conceded the Middle East
Upon which now Mr. Putin will feast
And you’re not concerned in the least
I guess your palms have been greased

We realize because it’s factual,
That you’re strictly transactional
Which oft-times is abstractional
Producing results that are fractional
But what the hell do you care?
When you will soon be out of there
Which I assume you’re well aware
And if you’re not let me share






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By: Cedric McClester

Lindsey, won’t give an inch
In saying, “ The president’s being lynched!’
While he knows that’s not square biz
Becsuse he knows what a lynching is
So why is he playing dumb
In South Carolina where he comes from
Over 150 black slaves were hung
From the tree branches on which they swung

What the president’s going through
Is not ******. As he knew
So he has no right to equate
Impeachment with the kind of hate
That my forebears sadly endured
And he can also rest assured
Trump would be screaming from the rafters
Calling on his fallen pastors

He’d defend the devil himself
By the Holy Book on his shelf
If it meant he wouldn’t be contested
Or otherwise politically molested
So he’ll be obsequious
To the man in whom he trusts
But he can’t believe in both
His position or his oath

He's become Trump’s sycophant
And he's as tiny as an ant
He's as sheepish as a lamb
I'm talking about Senator Lindsey Graham
McCain is rolling in his grave
Cuz he's become Donald Trump’s slave
If he has any sense of dignity
It becoming harder, and harder to see







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By: Cedric McClester

It’s amazing you’d conflate
A crime borne out of hate
With your present state
You see we can’t relate
Our Constitution does call for
Impeachment to be sure
When we can’t take no more
So a lynching’s not called for

It’s a vile and hatefilledl act
And as a matter of fact
It has its origins back
To the days the whip would crack
On the back of someone’s slave
In this land of the free and brave
As the punishment the master gave
That could take you to your grave

So it doesn’t make much sense
Because of your experience
Which is deserved, and hence
It has you in complete suspense
So I don’t know your intention
But it’s a long way from a lyinching
Though we know it has you flinching
As step by step impeachment is inching

It’s not a coup, lynching or witch hunt
So there’s no need for you to front
And forgive me for being blunt
But you’re acting like a little ****
This is all of your own making
Now that the public has awakened
To the laws that you've been breaking
And so, very soon you’ll be forsaken



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By: Cedric McClester

This movie has played out before
And it’s one that we should not ignore
Where the Turks sought to even the score
By openly declaring war
Against a perceived enemy
Who only sought to be free
But were still made to bow their knee
As they did their best to flea

So we can’t call this paranoid schizophrenia
Though back then it was in Armenia
It’s worse than a bad case of yersinia
We’ve seen it played out in Slovenia
They are now moving in on the Kurds
Calling them all kinds of nasty words
But their rationale is for the birds
Who can be counted on to drop their turds

America left them in their lurch
With an alliance that we besmirched
Following a phone call that needs to be researched
By two despots who are clearly unchurched
Now there’s nowhere for the Kurds to hide
From the onslaught or the genocide
But they still fight for their land and pride
And we’ve lost count of how many have died

See the sad part is, it could have been avoided
Before our reputation was exploited
Because our president went and destroyed it
By removing troops that he had voided
To make a move that was so dastardly
Was more than a mistake, it was a catastrophe
And a moral failing if you’re asking me
That now the whole world can see



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By: Cedric McClester

If he says it out loud
It must be legal
But he’s the same man
Who’s killing our eagle
And he sees himself
As being quite regal
He’s missing the point
Cuz his numbers are feeble

If he says it in public
That makes it okay,
No matter the subject
Or, what he has to say
Which  shows  ignorance
Is on clear display
Or is it efficacy
That’s really in play

It’s just a joke,
That should be dismissed
Or, so we hear,
From his apologists
But how many of us
Are really buying this?
And how many of us
Continue to be ******

Then there’s his tweets,
And yes I know
There’s nothing to see
Like a quid-pro-quo
If you’re asking me
But even so
It appears to be
That on the low



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By: Cedric McClester

That’s the way the cookie crumbles
Or the orange slices
Now that he’s removed our troops
And reconstituted ISIS
He’s abandoned erstwhile allies
Leaving them to their own devices
And the words he had to say
Were not among the nicest

He added insult to their injuries
By saying they’re no angels
And that there’s lots of sand to play with
I wonder what’s his angle
See all it took was one phone call
Or maybe they just dangled
His towers there in Istanbul
In which he is entangled

They were once our friends
But with an expiration date
We abandoned them real quick
And left them to their fate
Proving we are unreliable
Which they have got to hate
We were once the beacon of the world
But now we’re second rate

That’s the way the cookie crumbles
Or the orange slices
Now those who ally with us
Can see what the price is
See, we cannot turn back the clock
So don’t ask me what my advice is
Pray to the Lord on High
That he stops rolling the dices




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By: Cedric McClester

We should know him well by now
Let’s not treat him like a stranger
When it’s plain enough to see
That he’s a clear and present danger
Conducting geopolitics on a whim
Chances are none to slim
That foreign leaders respect him
So our relationships are looking dim

He pulled out of Syria prematurely
Stating that he’s tired of endless wars
But many suspect that his self-interests
Was in reality the true cause
He’s made us the laughing stock
By moves that only tend to shock
And he’s guilty of loose talk
He leads a motley flock

And though he’s told once or twice
What our intelligence is able to find
He doesn’t listen to their advice
He prefers to use his own mind
And that often is dangerous
There’s so few people that he trusts
Which isn’t in the best interests of us
While he does as he thinks he must

Let’s impeach or vote him out
Before it gets too late
Of that there shouldn’t be any doubt
And so at any rate
The situation is dire
Which alone should inspire
Us to depart this theatre
He’s already yelled out fire




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By: Cedric McClester

You mentioned the weapons
And  money we gave ‘em
Now that they’ve been abandoned
Who’s gonna save them?
After the Turks come in
To invade them
They’ve been loyal to us
But look how you paid them

You made your decision
Base on a  whim
After the phone conversation
That you had with him
Now the prognosis for the Kurds
Is looking grim
After they’ve sacrificed
Life and limb

Are we to make
The usual inference?
Your decision was based
On business interests
You own two Turkish towers
I guess it makes sense
Regardless of the fact
That it’s at other's expense

Promises made and
Promises kept
Never mind the few allies
That we still have left
Clearly that move
Wasn’t very deft
You're flexing your muscles
But you haven't much heft




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They must have misspoke
To say it’s a joke
Or did they take a ****
Of some strong smoke?
They’re giving him cover
Like he was their brother
But they’ll soon discover
What they can’t recover

Once they’re in  ruins
Like the Boston Bruins
Based on their congruence
Or undue influence
They’re under his spell
So the lies that they tell
They try their best to sell
May they all rot in hell

They’ve sold their souls
Just to reach their goals
While assuming their roles
They’re climbing greased poles
So they’re going down
Like a circus clown
In a dirt mound
On a playground

They must have misspoke
To say it’s a joke
As if we’re not woke
Once the trust is broke
But their loyalty
Is misplaced as we see
So if you’re asking me
They had best let him be





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By: Cedric McClester

Some prefer to make
Excuses
For his verbal and physical
Abuses
Against the people he
Reduces
To those he thinks of as totally
Useless

Some prefer to look the
Other way
Whether black or white or
Even grey
While letting him have
His say
Because tomorrow is
Another day

Some prefer to be his
Sycophants
And in so doing perform
A dance
That’s as delicate as
A legion of ants
Once inside of somebody’s
Pants

Some prefer to pretend
Not to see
What is plain as day to you
And me
They just want to claim
Deniability
So they can act as if they’re
Blame free





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By: Cedric McClester

Forgive me,
For this interruption
But late breaking news
Suggests that  corruption
Is the main thing
That he’s concerned about
Not just his opponent
In case you’re in doubt

So he,
Reached out to Ukraine
Not to coerce
But instead to explain
If they would oblige him
And investigate
They’d get those weapons
And not have to wait

Of course
He said there was
No quid-pro-quo
But he lies a lot
As we all know
It was a clear case
Of *** for tat
In other words this for that

See high crimes
And misdemeanor
Is all that’s required
It couldn’t be cleaner
When making a case
For impeaching a president
And Congress knows exacly
What the framers meant




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By: Cedric McClester

Aw, he’s just being him!
He’s a creature of whim
But the diagnosis is grim
So he’ll either sink or swim
In a swamp of his own making
With the laws that he’s breaking
Don’t ask me what’s shaking
Just because I’m muckraking

Aw, he’s just being him!
If he’s chasing some trim
Exchanging letters with  Kim
Or, avoiding a gym
But he must be insane
Holding back from Ukraine
To cause an opponent pain
In a political vain

Aw, he’s just being him!
And this is just the prelim
Though impeachment is no  pseudonym
For convicting him
But it’s a show and prove
When you want to remove
Xcretement from your shoe
It’s what we have to do

Aw, he’s just being him!
So the fault must be with them
Cause they’re worse than phlegm
So we must condemn
What they do or say
In a negative way
Then pretend it’s okay
Both night and day







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You can hitch
Your wagon to his star
And you’ll go down
Like William Barr
We don’t know
Who you are
Lindsey Graham
Or Billy Mahr

Recite talking points
Like Debin Nunez
Swim down a canal
Let’s say the Suez
You’re in a triangle
Ya heard? Burmudez
So all your efforts
Will be fruitless

Strange that
He still has apologist
Lining up all over
Right in our midst
Denying what must
Be called obvious
Makes me stop to wonder
Are they hobbyist?

You have to ask yourself
Are they blind?
Or have they gone
And lost their minds?
Defending such a
Blatant traitor
Someone who’s
A dyed in the wool hater


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You can hitch
Your wagon to his star
And you’ll go down
Like William Barr
We don’t know
Who you are
Lindsey Graham
Or Billy Mahr

Recite talking points
Like Debin Nunez
Swim down a canal
Let’s say the Suez
You’re in a triangle
Ya heard? Burmudez
So all your efforts
Will be fruitless

Strange that
He still has apologist
Lining up all over
Right in our midst
Denying what must
Be called obvious
Makes me stop to wonder
Are they hobbyist?

You have to ask yourself
Are they blind?
Or have they gone
And lost their minds?
Defending such a
Blatant traitor
Someone who’s
A dyed in the wool hater


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By: Cedric McClester

It’s the same old strategy
Ain’t nothing changed
Because it’s from reality
That he’s become estranged
So he pillories Hillary
And lies about Biden
While it’s from the truth
He seems to be hiding

The facts of the matter
Are there for all to see
Though some of us wish
They didn’t have to be
His megalomania
Might be the key
To why he’s perverse
And he’s now up a tree

Unfortunately that is
Not all there is
The problems that exist
Are primarily his
And it’s enough to make you
Say gee ****
You see there’s no soda
Only the fizz

Forget about the country
It’s all about him
And he operates
On a mere whim
He has no problem
Throwing others under the bus
See it isn’t in God
That he places his trust



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By: Cedric McClester

Now we’ve come to learn
That he was unconcerned
About Russian interference
From all outward appearance
It was lacking in coherence
Which begs for our forbearance
‘Cuz he gave them permission
To continue with their mission

Now we’ve come to learn
In hell he’ll probably burn
Because he can’t discern
What he will never learn
See he’s so self absorbed
Now he pulled the ripcord
And he should ask the Lord
To have his soul restored

Now we have come to learn
His behavior is of concern
He’’s giving us heartburn
But the world continues to turn
And he says “Your **** tootin’”
That he’a in bed with Putin
Like a cold war means no shooting
We’re not free of his gluten

Now we’ve come to learn
One gets the karma one earns
So now he has his turn
It’s a bittersweet sauterne
Let’s examine it chapter and verse
Now that bad has turned to worst
And we’re asking what crime came first
Now that the dam’s about to burst  





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By: Cedric McClester

The impeachment of this president
Is what is known as karma
Because the American public
Finally grew tired of all his drama
They long for the bygone yesteryear
When things were much more calmer
Although when he wants to
He can readily be a charmer

The impeachment of this president
Is clearly what is called for
Because we the Amerocan public
Can hardly take much more
And there are people like me
Who have taken into account
The volume of the accusations
Right down to the full amount

The impeachment of this president
Is a very serious matter
Even if you choose to put aside
All of the chitter chatter
But it seems that’s what’s called for
Under these circumstances
And the Whistleblower’s allegations
Only serves to advance this

The impeachment of this president
Falls within the Constitution
Unlike climate change
Or the attendant air pollution
He can’t throw a rock
Then try to hide his hand
Now he must take stock
‘Cuz everyone is not a fan



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By: Cedric McClester

Now that the tea’s been spilt
It’s conscientiousness of guilt
Like a game machine you tilt
His image can’t be rebuilt
Although his many apologists
Will no doubt still insist
While balling up their fists
Simply, he must resist

Now that the tea’s been spilt
We see a patchwork quilt
The knife’s in to the hilt
In time we’ll watch him wilt
By now we all should know
The rules of quid-pro-quo
His nose is bound to grow
Remember who told you so

Now that the tea’s been spilt
We see him walking on a stilt
So we know what’s under his kilt
And he isn’t that well built
So let me take time to expand
By asking what manner of man?
He’s used to having the upper hand
But they’ll impeach him on demand

Now that the tea’s been spilt
And everything’s atilt
His voice has a weary lilt
Who else must he try to jilt?
All his sycophants
Must be peeing in their pants
As he carries on and rants
They may not get a second chance





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By: Cedric McClester

No Need to worry
Selfish people say
It won’t affect us
At least not today
What about those
Destined to follow?
What will we leave ‘em
For their tomorrow?

Let me pull your sleeve
The planet that we leave
Will make them rejoice
Or cause ‘em to grieve
Is it hard to conceive
The tangled web we weave
Which we can’t retrieve
It's the air they breathe

The ozone layer
Has been compromised
Sadly that affects
All of our lives
We’re running out of time
And it’s clear to see
It’s up to us to find
Some kind of remedy

Our oceans are warming
At an alarming rate
If we don’t do something
Before it’s too late
Then our planet’s doomed
To a predictable fate
What I’m trying to say
Is that we can’t wait!




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By: Cedric McClester

There’s no denying
That you are still lying
While the planet is frying
And people are dying
But nobody’s buying
That you’re complying
With the underlying
Reason they’re crying

You’d rather ignore
What they’re marching for
Than to explore
Why we should do more
To develop a rapport
The esprit de corps
Which you might abhor
'Cuz you like rancor

Their future’s at stake
Which they cannot take
‘Cuz they’re wide awake
And for heaven’s sake
The dam’s gonna break
And that’s not opaque
It’s clear to betake
It’ll be what we make

Need I remind?
We’re running out of time
And that should ring anyone’s chime
If you’ve observed the changing clime
Speaking directly unlike a mime
You know it’s not a victimless crime
If you hadn’t crossed the line
It wouldn’t be necessary to drop a dime




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By: Cedric McClester

It was a phone call
That’s all it was
Until he did
What he frequently does
Now it’s front page news
It’s the latest buzz
If it was you or I
They’d call the fuzz

Some call it treason
That’s too high a bar
Given the reason
Why we’re where we are
Call it collusion
Which itself is bizarre
But we can’t forget
He’s a reality star

The whistleblower
Felt compelled to tell
What he overheard
That rang a bell
Like a five alarm
Which he couldn’t quell
Or a garbage heap
With an awful smell

He confessed to us
In broad daylight
But that salient fact
Didn’t make it right
A crime’s a crime
Even in plain sight
So if you ask me
He isn’t very bright



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By: Cedric McClester

All it tends to do
Is make me grimace
When people operate off
Of the false premus
That the color of their skin
Make them supremacists
Cuz I take on the role
Of polemicist

Hate’s in vogue
Once again
Some people wonder
Did it ever end?
Others take comfort
If they pretend
That we’re postracial now
So let’s begin

Some people like to
Fan the racial flames
I don’t think it’s necessary
For me to name the names
Anyway you slice it
They’re playing dangerous games
By insisting on making all kinds
Of outrageous claims

We’re all equal
In the sight of God
To pretend differently
Is called fraud
If that describes you
Then your thinking's flawed
See we all have value
And we should be awed





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By: Cedric McClester

They’re nowhere to be found
On this new example of collusion
Which naturally brings us to
A very sad conclusion
Republicans must be under
The false illusion
That the reign of Donal Trump
Isn’t a major intrusion

Ask them what they think
About what’s going on
They’ll offer you a drink
And say you’re clearly wrong
Then talk about the former VP
All day long
Even though the evidence
Against their man is strong

All they care about
Is keeping their seat
And so his indiscretions
Will just repeat
As the Constitution goes down
In defeat
You’ll get talking points from most
Republicans that you meet

They don’t give
A tinker’s ****
About the people
Or this nation
To them Uncle Sam
Remains on permanent vacation
We the people just had ought to
Man our battle stations





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Because By: Cedric McClester

Like stink on ****
Or a baby on a ***
What I also get
Is he refuses to quit
Because he won’t admit
That he’s not fit
Not one bit
Until his *** gets lit

Like stink on ****
Or a baby on a ***
Butter on a biscuit
A cut of beef as in brisket  
We know that he’ll risk it
By relying on his wit
But that will not acquit
Him from the time he’s  gonna get

Like stink on ****
Or a baby on a ***
The accent on a Brit
What you see is what you get
It’s a comedy skit
The swamp and the pit
Unfortunately both fit
See he ain’t worth spit

Like stink on ****
Or a baby on a ***
A joint that’s lit
He’s as high as it gets
But he has tweet fits
And a thing for glitz
See he’s gonna get blitzed
Because of his trysts





          
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By: Cedric McClester

Inquiring minds want to know
How far will this president go?
When will he end this **** show
And how much is enough dough?
I think I know where we’re heading
The Bible calls it Armageddon
Which clearly he must be forgetting
Like a second term on which he’s betting

He puts his self-interests first
And it’s totally unrehearsed
It’s as if our country is cursed
Now it’s gone from bad to worse
Hope he gets the maximum time
For his assortments of crimes
History’s full of paradigms
Of recent and ancient times

He’s an imperial president
But a temporary White House resident
Who’s broken all sorts of precedence
And he lies with a certain resonance
So far he’s been unscathed
While riding the top of the wave
Over the wall that he wants to engrave
He’s forgotten only Jesus saves

He’s in the news everyday
I wish that he’d just go away
‘Cuz no matter what he has to say
He’s gonna lie anyway
Some men have ***** envy
And he’s in a comparison frenzy
Like that famous dog Mackenzie
Who travels around in a Benzi







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By: Cedric McClester

Pompeo called it.
“An act of war.”
But against who?
And what is the score?
Would I be wrong?
To add on, what’s more,
We don’t have a treaty
With the Saudi’s I’m sure

I’m wondering why
It’s of his concern
When it’s Saudi oil
So hell, let it burn
What’s it gonna take
For us to learn
Their karma dictates
That it’s now their turn

Houthis are people
Which the Saudis fail to see
So they visit them
With wholesale misery
It’s genocide
And the whole world can see
When they just had ought to
Let Yemen be

We had a deal with Iran
But Trump opted out
Signed by Obama,
What’s that all about?
Yes it could have been longer
Without a doubt
But it was better than nothing
Now they’re acting out



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By: Cedric McClester

I know that it’s tough
‘Cuz they give you guff
Growing up is rough
But you are enough
Believe when I say
It will be okay
You’ll look back one day
When you’ve made headway

So let them spoof
Don’t be aloof
You’ll discover the truth
That you are the proof
And so pay heed
Oh yes indeed
One day you’ll succeed
You’re all that you need

I thought that you knew
Despite what they do
Or put you through
It’s all up to you
You are the actor
The determining factor
Instead of the reactor
Be the compactor

Let ‘em say their stuff
Don’t be a cream puff
Or stay handcuffed
You are enough
So take it from me
One day you’ll see
That your destiny
Will set you free




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By: Cedric McClester

Iran hit the Saudis,
Or so they say,
What’s that got to do with us
Anyway?
Why should we be the ones
To make ‘em pay?
When Saudiis care less
About the Houthis they slay

The war in Yemen
Isn’t justified
Countless civilians
Have already died
So why did we take
The Saudi’s side?
And how come proportionality
Hasn’t been applied

The Saudis pay cash,
Or so, the President said,
While in their Turkish embassy
The reporter laid dead
The Prince didn’t order it
From all I’ve read
So if not the Prince
Then who instead?

Since when do the Saudis
Tell us what to do?
See I don’t have the answer
Neither do you
Yet the President responds
To them, as if on cue
Leaving us with the question
Who the hell knew?



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By: Cedic McClester

The President is
Non-compliant
As a matter of fact,
He’s defiant
It’s his perceived power
Upon which he’s reliant
But he’s his own lawyer
Who has a fool for a client

The President is
Most egregious
But some people stil
Think he’s prestigious
Albeit though,
A tad litigious
He’s an organism
That is epigeous

The President is
Efficacious
When it comes
To stirring up racists
He’s anything other
Than gracious
Call him what he is
Audacious

The President is
Pusillanimous
And doesn’t believe
In God we trust
As most
Other presidents must
See he’s only worthy
Of our disgust





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By: Cedric McClester

A million candles burning
Trying to create light
Might not be enough
To brighten up this night
The darkness is consuming
Everything in sight
And though the Lord has mercy
On those who are contrite

They’re not apologetic
To say the very least
On the carcasses of others
Is where they choose to feast
Whether in South America
Or in the Middle East
It's not hard to see the sign
Of the savage beast

A million candles burning
Can’t illuminate
The xenophobic nature
Of this brand of hate
Nor does it deter
The many who relate
To exclusionary rhetoric
That fuels the debate


A million candles burning
Is quite a sight to see
When it lights the path
To where you want to be
All of us are born
Longing to be free
If we make the move
To change our destiny


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By: Cedric McClester

At twelve midnight they shut it down
There’s not one person to be found
Hangin’ ‘round on the street
Welcome to Dullsville it’s replete
With pretty homes and lawns so neat
And after dark you cannot meet
A single soul you didn’t know
There’s no one’s movin’ to or fro

There’s nuthin’ to do (nowhere to go)
Most folks pop in a video
And watch their latest DVD
Before goin’ to sleep ya see
By now I think you’ve figured out
It’s boring here without a doubt
Welcome to Dullsville come on in
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been

Here everything is so much calmer
There’s no confusion or the drama
Of sirens screamin’ in the night
Or drivers ignoring a light
And people talk instead of fight
To prove their point when they’re right
Welcome to Dullsville are we clear
If you’re rich you’re welcome here

Nuthin to run from or to fear
Welcome to Dullsville
Now that you're here
Listen to ‘em as they pitch
How it’s a haven for the rich
And all you havta do is ditch
Familiar urges and the itch
For fun and play night and day






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By: Cedric McClester

If you only knew
What the LGBTQ
Community goes through
Because of me and you
Or who they choose to *****
Come on tell me true,
Do you have a clue
As  to what you should do?

Yet we choose not to budge
And are so quick to judge
Those whom we begrudge
For packing the fudge
On shaky ground we trudge
As we wallow in the sludge
Let me give you a nudge
This isn’t Mat Drudge

They speak of gay pride
And without being snide
We can’t abide
Though it can’t be denied
It’s for them to decide
What they choose not to hide
They took time to confide
And to open up wide

Who you gonna sue,
For being LGBTQ?
Someone out of the blue
Your niece or nephew
Sons or daughters too
For acts we eschew
Wrong church, right pew
Though no one asked you





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By: Cedric McClester

You say you want diversity

At your elite university

But your thirst for tuition

Places you in an awkward position

Because when your recruiter makes a call

Wealth will usually trump it all

And most likely it’s exclusive

Or should I say, non-inclusive?


So admission tends to be

Limited to the same folks I always see

In the line ahead of me

And, you won’t let me in for free

So never mind Affirmative Action

Which has undergone some redactions

Because of the adverse reactions

Of those expressing their dissatisfactions


It’s not a matter of superior intellect

As some of you might suspect

It’s the turf that you seek to protect

Like the monuments you *****

Attempts to level the playing field

Lack the same kind of appeal

I’m just trying to keep it real

But, you already know the deal

Despite how it makes me feel



And it’s not like we’re not driven

How many years of free labor have we given

You’re surprised that we’re still living

Or, that the past is not forgiven

But after all is said and done

The sins of the father will visit the son

So if you happen to be the one

Are my chances still slim to none?















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By: Cedric McClester

That *****-*** *****
Has found his niche
And is getting rich
But here’s the glitch
The Emolument  Clause
Because, because
Of what he exhibits
That it prohibits

That *****-*** *****
Finds himself in a ditch
But he refuses to switch
Because his palms itch
I swear to you friends
It’s all about the Benjamin
And he’s on a binge
You could say he’s  unhinged

That *****-*** *****
And his erstwhile friend Mitch
Both sing off pitch
Until you can’t tell which
One places first
At being worst
They both ignore the needy
And favor the greedy

That *****-*** *****
Like a buttonhole stich
Is only there to enrich
Things he has pitched
Like his property
With unusual glee
Which we all can see
He does nothing for free













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By: Cedric McClester

Our mayor’s running
For president
Though he’s
A Gracie Mansion resident
Guess he’s trying to set
A  precedent
Of a failing administrator
Who’s become hell-bent

On pursuing his ambition
You could say
He’s a man on a mission
But we’re the ones
Being played out of position
While he’s having fun
By his own admission
Hanging out a sign that reads, “gone fishing”

Being Mayor of New York City
Ain’t part time employment
Made for his convenience
Or for his enjoyment
Like a campaign stop
Requires redeployment
Being Mayor requires
Full-time employment

He’s running for president
Alll over the land
While homelessness at home
Is out of hand
We do our best
To try to understand
But he’s doing it
Just because he can














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By: Cedric McClester

Like that Batman character
He’s the Joker
But it’s clear to one and all
He’s no Al Roker
As a weatherman
He’s less than mediocre
And he’s no prognosticator
Of who'll get a soaker

He warned the folks
Who live in Alabama
That Hurricane Dorian
Would no doubt slam her
And he didn’t even
Say it with a stammer
Which caused meteorologista
Everywhere to clamor

The man’s lacking in curiosity
And doesn’t study
Reports that he should see
Like Marvin Gaye, all I can say
Is, “Mercy mercy me.”
He’s the leader of our nation
But, how could that be?
When he’s on vacation permanently

Lying is like
Breathing to him
See he prevaricates
On a mere whim
And the chances that he’ll change
Are none to slim
Because his prognosis has gone
From bad to grim


















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By: Cedric McClester

Shakespeare might have called it,
“Passing strange!’
That some do not believe
In climate change
Even though we’ve
Become estranged
From the atmosphere
That has rearranged

Some are inclined to dismiss,
The Green New Deal
Because to them
It’s lacking in appeal
Simply put, they say
That it’s unreal
So they attack it
With a sense of zeal

We just passed through
The hottest July on record,
Don’t believe me?
Go ahead and check it
Then use your intellect
To dissect it
Then what are you gonna do
To correct it?

It’s getting hotter
Each and every year
What does it take,
For them to start to fear?
What has to happen.
To make it crystal clear?
That our end
Increasingly is near!





















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