I was tired of trying to be witty and quick in this, so I wrote my political poem about giraffes.
if you give a man a fish
and all the littler children than i
pull on mom and dad’s big striped pj pants
with hungry eyes not for food cause
well
they’re used to that and i
promised i’d be good if just for once
i could send them my
giraffe and a half book
(when i tried to tell mom and dad
about the little kids with no big voices
just trying real hard to tap on our windows
with dusty fingers and faces
mom and dad just emptied
pj pant pockets and smiled and said
don’t worry
we can send some dollar bills overseas
but you know you could buy a big giraffe
with all those dollar bills)
and i wondered if the children
would spell giraffe
J-E-R-A-F
and please
just please
let me send them my giraffe and a half book