To the editor:

I write a lot of poetry

I read a lot of books,

Pick up once the daily news

Full of low-down crooks

Love to feel some comfort

No matter where I'm at

No such paper of enjoyment

Except the Democrat

Since I picked it up like seven

years ago

Leaving those parts of Brooklyn

Just never let it go

I come to the page of many

Who wrote and quite like me

Wanted that twice a week and

wondered,

Could today be me?

Democrat stay where you're at

Those articles each week

Sure that everyone feels the

same

But some hold back, don't

speak.