White Man
I am a white man white
When I speak white words come out
I wear white suits to confuse you
And as camouflage in a crowd to lose you
I come in three colors
All of them are white
They are as follows:
White, whiter and sunlight
Mirrors reflect my state of mind
But not my color, which is mine
If I knew math I could make me twice
I could be double white
And therefore twice as nice
I was not born to mimic copy paper
Though I am as thin and just as white
I get lost in machinery and in snow storms
Not knowing which end is up
But I do know one thing. I am white
And much whiter than I was before
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