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'