Monday, January 14, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE

Racist

A racist came to call last night
and brought a case of beer.
We sat out in the evening sun
and he insulted one by one
all foreigners, dark-skinned or light,
who'd made a life round here.

A racist dropped by for a few
and on and on he droned
about his country being 'stole'
by 'ching-chongs', 'pakis' and 'them poles',
until I said, 'Why don't you do
what you want those poor sods to do?
I'm getting rather sick of you.
Drink up, and fuck off home

--Bruce Hodder

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