Dear Mister President, I am a vet
My family still doesn't have health insurance yet,
Will you please help us with our mounting debt;
Mister President said, 'Nyet! '
People that I defended are on medicare
But, they need it more, than just a simple prayer,
Without it, their living they just cannot bare
So, now they all are frightened and living in despair.
Now you want to take away their Social Security
You want to take it away from them without shame or pity,
While destroying every state, town, and even city;
You are not at all caring, or even that witty.
Dear Mister President I don't have an asset
I now begin to worry and to sweat,
Can you please help me without mocking or regret
Mister President again said, 'Nyet! '
Randy L. McClave
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