White House Simple Thinkers Poem by M S Newhadney

I can see miserable men,
Putting their calloused hands
Inside huge trashcans,
Looking for their livelihood
In the era of covid-19: a brand new pestilence
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

I can see juicy jugs jogging the streets slowly,
Waiting for a car horn and selling themselves to those,
Suffering from severe sex complex
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

I can see little kids with dirty hands and face,
Running through expensive cars behind traffic lights,
Forcing drivers to buy chewing gums,
And getting some cents to go on
As Celine Dion in her song calls on
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

They only stress on targeted sanctions
But a section in succession is not seen:
"Poverty in its most disgusting shape"

So under the name of humanity, dignity and reality
I hereby address White House staff as
White House simple thinkers
In my fantastic Dreamland
Machiavelli is staring at us from the top of Pompeo
So different from current Pompeo
And feels a sense of victory.