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Oct 2019
By: Cedric McClester

So you wish that you were
Hunter Biden
Instead of Trump, Junior
Thanks for confiding
From the back seat of the limousine
In which you’re riding
So you’re doing okay
From what daddy’s providing

If Hunter’s making money
Off his father’s name
Then you too are guilty
Of doing the same
If you’re looking for sympathy
Stop placing blame
Because by comparison
What he’s doing is tame

You’re making money
Hand over fist
Yet we can’t expect you
To cop to this
If we didn’t point this out
We’d be remiss
Although to the contrary
You continue to insist

We know you can say
Whatever you choose
From inside the safety
Of Fox-TV News
But relating the truth
Is what you refuse
So what is your strategy
In crying the blues?





         Cedric mcClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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