The N Word

Going to work when at work I was one morning-- It was me and this old man, colored and shriveled by the sun. He was mad, crying it was me n' those "like" keeping him n' "his" down, Saying I was a "rear-hole" in a word. So surprised I was I said something I never should-- Something my father never would-- And that old man shutup like a clam The "N" word 4/13/'14