A pathetic old nigger, a white therapist
To help disabled veterans feel more at home,
And a video linkup is just the right mix
To drive this one to self-harm. But I’ve a few tricks
To prevent my demise through the psychic syndrome
Of the unworthy beggar who should not exist.
And for what do I cry like a pitiful child?
My ego is too big to be picked up and held.
Bitterness does become me… Bravo for their side!
Knowing they’d care to know one more nigger has died,
I must revisit ‘treatment.’ I’m damned to be felled
By the race of the politic cold and defiled.
Yes, I did serve my country, but now I’m too old
And so not white of color in such a red state…
And within an enigma disguised as health care.
Only fools seek love in places they should beware.
No one knows that I’m not one so no one can hate
My confounded existence not white man controlled.
I can’t call you a white robot bitch to your face
But right here I’m the one in absolute control.
You taught me a good lesson today, so thank you.
Rhetoric is your venom. The ‘care’ that you spew
I can smell like wet chicken flesh. This one of soul
Knows well where he’s not wanted, which is every place.
Has my life been a hospice in hell these past years
Having now seen the blackness of human nature?
My questions are not stupid because who would care?
Someone like Clarence Thomas who’s eerily fair?
Not much more of the bullshit of life I’ll endure.
Neither heartbroken am I, nor am I in tears.