The Bigot
I don’t have many close friends
Why is that?
Do I choose too carefully?
Am I afraid of lowering defenses?
Do I enjoy being alone too much?
Why doesn’t it bother me more?
I feel like a pessimist
With nothing to kvetch about
I was going to start a club
Bigots Anonymous
Then apply for minority rights
But none reached my entry requirements
Too bad too rich too good too poor
Too middleclass too odd too ordinary
Someday God will walk by
And I’ll find fault with Her
(worknotes)
All bigots should be ridiculed until there are none
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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