Please, Mr. President,
Do take the time
To read this message
I’ve written in rhyme.
I sleep on the street
Two blocks from your house.
Now don’t get me wrong I’m not here to grouse.
The problems I face
Have been there all along
And most will be here
When you are long gone.
I ask only that
While the leader you be
You not shut your eyes
When they drive you past me.
You’re welcome to visit
Whenever you can.
I really would like
To just shake your hand.
I voted for you
In percentages great,
But for some of us
It’s already too late.
I do like you Barry,
I hope you do well.
E’en though at times
I’m living in hell.
I hope you care,
But we’ll never meet
Cause you are the pres
And I live on the street.