Dear Mr. President 

Photo of the presidential motorcade

Photo courtesy of Gage Skidmore via Flickr

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. 

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