The Skunk

The Skunk


Once upon a green we spoke,

Beneath the arms of a willow

In the shade of our brethr’n folk,

What we said you now will know


“Black and white makes me see red!

The little fellow begins a funk,

Frankly I’d prefer him dead.

Man, fuck the dreaded skunk”


“Hard to see in blinding light

Their shadow ‘lone gives me the chills,

It comes out every single night

When anger ‘lone drives some to kill”


Countless of them here in this place

Cares on pigment, has not a face

Isms a plenty we oftentimes face

The worst of them all the one about race







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