Dear Mr Buffett

Dear Mr Buffett

Before u go 

Could u please

Leave me a billion

Or so...

I'm sure everyone asks u this

U must get tired of it

U've worked so hard for it!

What would my credentials be,

My resu-me?

It's here I stumble 

It's here I fail 

For I know the most 

     Unworthy

Pale before me 

     -on a good day

I struggle to keep 

     The goldfish fed 

Plants watered-

But I do not 

     Give up-

That's one thing 

I don't do

I write this from 

The dentist chair 

My mouth all full 

Of goo

For it seems that I try so hard 

So seriously -

So sincerely -

     That my poor teeth

      R feeling the brunt

Of it 

Support for poets !!

This is an art

     They say...

Putting into words

The verities/ 

Vulgarities 

Of life 

And then there's 

The 600$$ dentist bill

I'll have to 

Pay