One afternoon, two white dudes where sitting at the River.
From the younger of the two you could feel the anger.
Off from that cold marble bench, it poured like a thick green stench .
The older man turned and asked ‘what is weighing on such a young mans chest.” Through resentment and stammers the fury was hatched, thus the youth explaining it the way he knew best.
“Ever-a-thing’s be’in taken over by them COON‘S why ,my sister’s kid married one, and is have’n a zeber SOON!”
The mad youth turned with a stare hard as metal, then spat out this horrible riddle.
”Why you tell me, would you live under the same roof as a Mexican, a Camel jockey ,a Black!” They do nutt-in all day and just smoke crack! ”
This question was answered in a flash. It sprang from decades of vision , and so came this old mans wisdom.
Pops stood with no evasion , proudly calling for his playing brown grandchildren.
What follows came with little consideration, but with immeasurable loving admiration.
“ First , You should do something about your dander, , and why does it even matter. See, I’m not sure what you mean by COON‘S and I gott’a ask, do you see yourself invited to the White House anytime SOON.“
Story line Credited to JDR