Letter: A poem for the President-elect
Hi, I wrote this poem early the morning of Nov. 13 while still in bed.
The White House as Seen by Trump
It’s only a shanty in old shanty town.
Its color is all white
Like snow on the ground.
It’s a big lonely base,
With federal employees all over the place.
And nowhere around
For peace to be found
With plenty of visitors
Who look all around.