Nice Job! Mr. President
Dear President Obama,
I’m shy and don’t write poems,
But it’s not really hard to be shy-
If you really knew me, you would know poems bore me.
But I love fried chicken.
You probably eat
Kentucky fried chicken at the White House too.
I bet you’re happy, Mr. President.
I used to be happy too…
in the good old days in Guyana.
But I’m not with my parents.
They’re still in Guyana, and I’m in Englewood, NJ
with my grandparents.
I left my mom, dad, and one brother and one sister.
They asked me if I want to come back,
But I say “no.”
I want a better education.
You’re doing a good job with that education, Mr. President.
You’re doing a good job with everything,
But I keep forgetting to do my math homework.
I don’t actually forget, I just get so tired.
You know, when I come home from school,
I just crash.
You probably crash too.
Lion’s are my favorite animal cause
I love Reggae and Lion’s are a big part.
I pass Walgreen’s on Hudson Avenue,
Get my head phones there.
Bob Marley’s my favorite.
Poems are hard
I don’t like them cause they’re boring.
That’s it. That’s all I’m going to say.
But if I were to write something else.
I would say,
“Nice Job! Mr. President,”