Me a Racist

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.