I sent the letter below to Mitt Romney in 2012.
It seems just as apt today addressed either to Mr Romney or to the entire Republican party.
Dear Mr Romney,
I’m out of a job thru no fault of my own
So sad now my banker won’t give me that loan
Mitt, I know that your family thinks you’re a nice guy
But from here in middle earth we no longer see the sky
I’m out of a job thru no fault of my own
Can’t even afford to pick up and move
With tax cut after tax cut the government’s been starved
No money for civil servants or teachers in our schoolyards
Civil servants are scapegoats the politicians are trapped
Between none and big money the wage earners get sacked
I’m out of a job thru no fault of my own
I’ve searched for a year all over this town
The tea party governors with many democrats in tow
Are attacking worker’s unions ‘say they cost too much dough
When you starve the government I can tell you what you’ll get
No more public services and no more new jobs yet
I’m out of a job thru no fault of my own
I’ve searched for 2 years all over this town
You busted my union you cut my base pay
You sent my job overseas and you have the nerve to say
That I’m government dependent, that I live on the dole
That I don’t pay any taxes; you should search your own soul
You with the silver spoon, you the draft dodger
You’re the offshore banker it’s you who’s the tax cheater
It’s you with the power you create the loopholes
To benefit your class and to feed off of us trolls
I’m out of a job thru no fault of my own
I’ve searched for 3 years all over this town
I have two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan
Now your Republican house says that I’m not enough of a man
That I don’t deserve VA or job benefits you’ve left me on my own
I just need a little help to refinance my home
If my skin is not white you put me in double jeopardy
Your laws make me twice as suspect for any & all criminality
You want my cheap labor but that’s as far as you will go
You accuse me of voter fraud and for even ‘looking Latino’
For just $7 and a quarter we fought tooth and nail
With that as minimum wage I can’t afford a lunchpail
I have a college education and I’m $80 K in debt
But I cannot find a job, there’re no new jobs here yet
Mitt’s family says he’s great, what else would they say
But he’s not fit to be president, not at the end of my day
I’m out of a job but I am trying my best
Thank you, Mr Romney, now that’s off my chest
I now live on the street my savings are all spent
My paychecks have been sent to the millionaire one percent
When you live on the street you’ve gone underground
You see me in doorways all over this town
So I apologize if you think what I said is disrespectful
But when I heard what you said it made me feel so dreadful
I’m out of a job I keep reading the news
Are you hiring, Mr Mitt? I could come shine your shoes
Signed, a citizen 20 september 2012