Mister Obama
Oh Mister Obama
Please listen to me
Your stimulus package
Does nothing for me.
My pockets are empty
My cupboards are bare
Though many around me
Have so much to share.
My bills, they keep mounting
With no end in sight
And all I can do
Is pray hard every night.
I live week to week
I live hand to mouth
Which is really quite normal
For us here in the South.
I don't want a hand out
I don't want your pity
But my paycheck each week
Is just itty bitty.
So Mister Obama
Won't you please help me
Before I'm buried in debt
Clear up to my knees?
Josette Key 2009
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