me, a racist

Me a Racist   It was overcast this morning with fine rain but as an 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 the hall that had seen me nude and laughed, went out to buy a new bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn`t buy two gas bottles and keep one in reserve, like I should be kind to a racist.