Two Poems on Race and Life
On Selecting A Race
If just doesn’t seem right
for me to be white.
I don’t know what I’d do
if I were a Jew.
O’ what might I lack
if I’d been born Black?
If I were Hispanic
I think I would panic.
To be Native American
might be embarassin’.
I can’t think of an occasion
when I’d need to be Asian,
and I know I’d hate being’
Eastern European,
But it wouldn’t be so bad,
if I could be plaid.
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Life Is A Shit Sandwitch
I am one of those that,
when getting a shot, will always watch
the needle going in.
At gag-and-puke truck stops
I take a peek under the tables to see
the dried nose goblins and petrified gum.
As much as I’m impressed
by the look of a stage set,
I still prefer
a back stage view.
Every silver lining comes
with a big black cloud attached.
Bad is always bigger than the good,
always has been, always will.
Bullshit rides a carousel.
You can file that under
life-is-a-shit-sandwich
-without-the-bread archives.
Let the people say, “Amen!”
Article submitted Sunday, July 05, 2009 & read 88 times.
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