Dear Mr. PresidentA Poem by Krystal L. Elliott
Dear Mr. President, I know you're very busy.
These problems Bush made for you must have you in a tizzy. The people demand that you fix everything he did But you preach Hope and say We Can Do It, kid! The economy is crashing like a car on the freeway And Republicans are not allowing any leeway They throw you out on the White House lawn to dry And they hope that we the people see YOU as the bad guy Now times aren't at their worst, I must admit Because the Great Depression of 1930 demanded a survival kit So much ignorance of previous presidents We the voters are becoming very hesitant. Now I want you to stay where you are Because it's Bush who made that awful scar. You're doing the best you can do in office Much better than a plumber who can't fix a leaky faucet. The fact that you're black should have nothing to do with it. All these racists must have absolutely no whit. How to finish this poem so you know I'm serious I've written this poem because I am furious. This country used to be our pride and joy Now it's something that's become the Congress toy. Money is another awful factor. Just the word 'money' is an ugly disaster. Our dollar is almost equal to a Mexican Peso But you don't see me wearing a sombrero. I am American and proud of that fact My name is Krystal Elliott and I want to act. This year will be my first time voting It's you I'm voting for, I'm not even gloating. So have a good day Mr. President Or should I call you Obama? With love and sincerity from me and my momma.
© 2012 Krystal L. ElliottAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2012 Last Updated on August 23, 2012 AuthorKrystal L. ElliottNo where, PAAboutI merely write for the fun of it, please respect that. more..Writing
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