Two cotton heads Dixie Babel talking,
prickly said,
Darkies don’t know much of nothing
They got empty skulls
full of careless, tropical lazy
Coconut bodies just laying around tanning and slumber planning
Perfect slave tools
for us pyramid builders to use
in erecting a cold, New World society
The two covetous, Egyptian overseers ...
with lascivious lusty leers,
said: the price of Picaninnies come dime a dozen
Once you’ve had some straw bury Nubian fun,
cherry lewd chocolate decadent ...
Black history, as Ivo-ry told, get mixed up a lot
More than a little, we suspect
Yes, we did our very, very vanilla best:
Doubled their tasks with triple digit unpaid success
As the two lounging Lenin heads,
communed on the pool side of the cool shade ...
their ice-cold, vodka lemonade thoughts slowly melted away
Unknowingly, they needed more than a little more time
As the dusk horizon was twilight descending,
dawn winter was fast approaching ... sans the sunshine