. Dear President Biden You act as if you were elected To spend my great-grandchildren’s money. By spending trillions you’ve infected Each one of them with debt gone viral, And I don’t think it’s wise or funny To doom them to a downward spiral. I know that endless spend-spend-spending Will buy you votes for reelection; But all of it will have an ending (For siphoning off people’s cash is A lot like natural selection) When Wall Street, like the Dodo, crashes. But you don’t care ‘cause you won’t be there When my great-grand-kids vote to change things— You’ll be long gone, with all your hot air. As our economy decreases I hope my grand-kids rearrange things And help their kids pick up the pieces. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse.