Hateful Exit


	
	
A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown

He scratched his red neck double chin 
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie Members” insurance covered,
to get his big, blanco Hemi pickup 
towed away

It was hot as an Alabama cotton-picking afternoon
this particular Detroit July morning

He didn’t wanna have to call his best buddy, 
Billy Bob for help,
and end up paying double the repair cost ... 
Plus getting cussed out 
for not not having no beer for a frosty suds favor situation

Fortunately, a kind Haitian couple, and their Fu Manchu
mustached Mexican friend stopped ...
and Good Samaritan darkie-style helped him out

Ricky Joe talked weather and sports ... friendly small talk,
but mostly he was pew quiet as a mouse in his church

When time came to part ways, and Ricky Joe had to thank them 
with thick, German chocolate gratitude ... 
he nearly fainted from melanin love exhaustion
Some neapolitan rumors said 
he had a merry blackberry charity heat stroke

This darkly faint imposition caused Ricky Joe 
to be brought to the nearest minority renown hospital, 
by way of a Sikh-owned ambulance,
in critical condition
The attending nurse was a graduate school native Indian guy 

A nice, Asian lady doctor hands-on treated Ricky Joe,
but the shock was too much for his mind to Jim Crow
RJ had a cardio meltdown:   blown gastric Slim Jim, 
when he opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him ... 

Cardiac arrest Manila handcuffed his chest,
as he tried to stifle the fear his Hillbilly best 

RJ had a Very Vanilla short recovery stay:
He was carried out in a black hearse,
driven by an Arab fella, urban rumors say
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Wolf Avatar
October 22, 2018 at 10:06 PM
Ha, ha! What a romp! You know what they say: 'It's hard being a hillbilly these days!' LOL. Blessings always, FRJ. ~ Gershon
Duet Avatar
October 21, 2018 at 8:52 PM
I really like this, Freddie. A story/poem with an important lesson dealing with pride and prejudice.
Michael Avatar
October 20, 2018 at 1:38 PM
You've written the truth as it is today...even it takes a hundred more years...misguided thinking will soon fade away...All the best Freddie
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