Dear Mr. President:
You need to understand
the world does not simply follow
your simple plan
– or maybe it’s not that simple.
I don’t have a TV.
I don’t have a TV because
SOMEONE thought it was more important that I pay taxes
rather than very hat sweet 80 incher I had my eye on.

Am I blaming the gubmint?
Hardly.
I’m sure the Navy needed another six hundred dollar wrench.
I didn’t need cable.
I didn’t need that second car.

But I’ll tell you what I do need,
Mister President.
Oh yes:
I’m gonna tell
and you’re gonna hear.
I need a Berkins’ Bakery banana cream pie
right now.

I have earned it,
Mister P,
by being kind
and considerately righteous
and moray superior.
I need that pie
as an act of charity.
I need that pie
as a form of penance.

I want the Berkins’ Bakery banana cream pie
perfectly rich
that I so richly deserve
right in the face.

It is the only thing
that can make things right.
Do this for me, President Mister,
and we’ll see about a third term.