Guns & Coleslaw

I’m African,

I’ve got a Black fella’s cock.

And I’m just a little white cracker.

Salt my open wound,

Let my stick take a dip in your hot flesh.

Burning sensations won’t yield my thrust.

And now I’ve got a gun up my ass,

Pass me the biscuits, beans,

I’ll give you a hot load of gravy.

I’m shot,

Hung.

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.09.06.15:18:13@599BwayNYC

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