Your presence is like ice cream
Eaten with a wooden spoon
While a puppy sits upon my lap
Some Sunday afternoon.
Your voice is like a raindrop
After seven years of drought.
I’m acting like a macho dude
For fear that you’ll find out.
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Fade To Black
To the victor go the spoils,
The diamonds and the oils,
The right to raise a flag above
A world that’s not their own.
To the losers, the defeated,
Goes an anger ever-heated,
Simmering for generations
Within each descendant’s bone.
To the watchers, the supporters,
Pulling strings and giving orders
Goes a power of oppression
And, with it, endless pain.
To the peaceful, to the no one,
Goes the best life in the long run,
Remembered in the darkness
Which always will remain.
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Noot MBA… MBA! With Dee Tall Black Men And The Shlam Dunk? MBA!
There once was a guy named Satpal
From Mumbai who was seven feet tall.
He graduated today
With his Harvard MBA
But his dream was to play basketball.
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Japan, 1944
The waves were crashing on the shore;
It was a lovely sight.
The fireflies caroused with me
Amidst the starry night.
The sand, still warm with faded sun,
Was soft beneath my feet.
Then my house was firebombed
By the US Pacific Fleet.
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When You Try To Rhyme And It All Goes Wrong
She asked to buy a stove,
A stove she could love.
They asked at what cost?
“The one that costs the most.”
They heard what she said
And watched as she paid.
Then they helped her move
The new stove, her love.
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When You Trade Favors For Food Stamps
I tried to find a sugar momma
But nobody has money in da hood.
I settled for a sweet ‘n low cousin
And I’m her splenda baby. It’s all good.
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Preseason Problems
My girlfriend came home one day,
Just walked in through the kitchen door.
“Do you like my new haircut?”
I asked “What team’s Mynu play for?”
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You’re A Grand Wizard Harry
If all white people are racists
And support the KKK
It makes me see Hagrid
In an entirely new way.
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Watch Out
I saw a sign while driving home
That said “Watch for Children At Play.”
Although inconvenient to not know the time
I made the trade anyway.
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