Do you think this is a poem?
Saw you at the Food Bank
loading your limosine trunk
with grits, eggs, bread
everything white
why do you pretend?
Laden left you scraping
like me
but I had no seals'
dark deeds
kept invisible
from the public eye
stamped on that pyramid
does she have a new designer gown?
Will you both attend that conference
in the rose garden
while remingtons, berettas, glocks
laser crowds
seeking individuals concerned
with their nation?
'Give me your tired, your poor'