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ZEBRA COMPLAINT My mom gave me these stripes at birth: In the veldt they‘ve proved their worth For hidin’ from predators Or National Geographic editors, But in practice these stripes are a major Eye-catcher not to mention privacy-destroyer. Even the Budweiser Clydesdales can splash In the sea without turning heads in their dash, But if I test the water with a hoof, Everyone stares vacuously and somewhat aloof, Saying hey man check that way-out motion! What’s that zebra doin’ in the ocean? And all the sneered joke-verses in the Bahamas About horses wearing pajamas Supposed to be - but ain’t really - funny rhymes When you’ve heard ‘em a thousand times. Its simply racism - no other word for it all right. That’s all it is if you look at it in black and white. If I’m struttin’ with the Lipizzaner stallion types They start to sneer at guys with black stripes Making ‘em dizzy as they dance. Or maybe if I care for a little prance, Hangin’ with the Black Beauties and their shining backs Just chillin’ the other side of the tracks They don’t want “some guy with white stripes” And they moan and whine their gripes. They say we’re similar to the horse But some of those guys are worse; Maybe we’re related to these equine masses But they’re less like horses - more like asses.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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