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
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