HIS CONSTANT DICTUM
By: Cedric McClester
We hear him complain
They spied on his campaign
But the fact still remains
Finding the proof is his bane
Because as much as he insists
The proof doesn’t exist
So we’re left to ask why
He keeps telling us that lie?
Simply put it’s a deflection
He’s a master of misdirection
And it reveals his imperfection
According to a cross section
Of everyone who has been polled
Who’ve counted the lies he’s told
And if I may be so bold
It tends to leave them cold
See his constant dictum
Seems to be that he’s a victim
Of some existential plot
But what proof (have we got)
We who’ve been bereft
Have a need to catch our breath
Long after he has left
We still feel the after effects
He’s clearly an outlier
Who will one day burn in fire
But right now it’s getting dire
Because he cannot take us higher
He’s ignored the pandemic
With his around the corner polemic
He’s done nothing that’s systemic
And it’s past epidemic
Cedric McClester Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.