Dear Mr President

I have great admiration for people with a talent to express themselves, the following lyrics I think are very well written and I'm sure touches the hearts of many.

"Dear Mr. President,

Come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people and

You're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye

And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,

Were you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

How can you say

No child is left behind?

We're not dumb and we're not blind.

They're all sitting in your cells

While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say

You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

You don't know nothing 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

Oh

How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President,

You'd never take a walk with me.

Would you?"

Pink

1 teaspoon of salt

I feel the need to say welcome as this is the first post on Met ‘n knippie sout. The column is the result of the internal need I have to express ideas opinions and general bits and pieces that occupy the maze inside my scull. In the process I hope to get to some kind of conclusion regarding life and at the same time provide you the reader with some kind of entertainment.

As it is said laughing at someone else at least makes you feel better about yourself, so whether you laugh with me or at me, I couldn’t care less, at least by laughing we for a moment forget about the seriousness of the current economic challenges, or the fact that you’ve put on weight or whatever your specific predicament could be. I will try my best to provide such laughter, but if my sense of humor is a complete miss match to yours please revert back to your usual American sitcom, as that is typical what you will find funny. (PS you won’t find a recorded laughing audience in the background of this column – sorry!) So lets see how it goes. J