Me a Racist
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as the offensive racist I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower. The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror the one in hall that has seen
me nude and laughed, went out buying a new
bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and
dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn`t
buy two gas bottle and keep one in reserve, like
I should be kind to a racist.
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