I am trying to lay down a preface
That tastes like heaven
Spins on a dizzy edge
Turns self-confessed obnoxious alpha males
Into blubbering boys that cry.
But my poetry skills are no match
For sounds that mesmerize, hypnotise –
That bloom in the dark
And set the tone
For the words that are to come.
Echoes of charlotte sometimes.
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He dropped a couple of monkeys
In his casually racist way
His sycophants absolved him
then nonchalantly turned away
He dropped a couple of monkeys
Erroneous took the blame
That acolyte with Latin heritage
Right-hand man in this ballgame.
He dropped a couple of monkeys
Used Wenger’s famous schtick
I didn’t see it – shut my eyes
Move on. Get over it.
He dropped a couple of monkeys
This calculated xenophobe at play
A dirty-dog whistler in the park
American racist today
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