It is written inda old, last, bold
and brash notebook of hooked on grass,
Yo, lo and behold there,
the ivory towers where
white men'd hide terrified
of bright sunlight shining
in their eyes and
frying their white
thin tissue flesh,
until they fully,
finally felt the
effect of and
realized their
women like
the kind of
hot,
passionate,
animal sex
natural only to
Negroe men and
me, yo.
Then they got it
in their heads to
come on out
into the light
and darken
their sensitve,
thin, pale skin
so they could defend
their damned right to
command their wives
not to get
hot, big,
black, wet
beef
i n j e c t i o n s .