The Infamous Race Card

Look at me Shoot me Drill me Stare at me As if you were honest As if you were not a pest A bad and godawful person Look at me like your son Not like an adoptive one Heck, yes! Ms. Pest You started the race card When you attempted to discard My credentials By writing on my resume your initials As if my name were Tattoo And yours the grand wizard of Kokaku As if I were a disgrace To the beautiful human race You started the whole mess When you stared at my face When you wrote ugly racist epithets About me which was a reflection Of your soul, of your non-verbal expression When you used the “n” word In a derogatory way, you took a sword And dug it down my invincible throat You dislike poor white, brown, and yellow And of course black people. You act like a goat Oh! God, you deserve a nice black arrow On your flat derrière. Yes, you played the race card When you displayed your ignorance. This is sad In this day and age, you lied like a low class donkey Who lost respect, pride and credibility By flipping and playing with your tongue You looked like a mass of dung That the janitors failed to pick up Like a duck, you are shroud and salope If I push you down the slippery slope I am sure you’ll react like a slob on dope I never started the race card; you did You now lost everything. Yes, indeed.