Would you like the dervish to whirl?
He won't. He says he has other things
He has to do. Would you like the minstrel
Singer to croon? Cracker in blackface,
He's disembarked Georgia, and, pale
As a slaveholder, helps to build tractors
In some town, somewhere to the north.
Want your woman to cook, your maid
To bend over, so that you can contemplate
Her lovely ass? Want that Chinese guy,
Over there, to be unable to pronounce his
Ls, making them sound like Rs, as he
Serves you the General Tso's that you
Want? Is there anything finer than feeling
Superior? Probably not, but you have
To be careful, as those who you already
Know are your betters, are pointing
And laughing at you.

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Written on 2021-04-02 at 01:07

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep! Iíve met him many times...and laughed at him for his repugnance