Plenty of folks can come up with jokes,
But fewer deliver them well,
Many a person can think up a product,
But few of those products can sell,
A whole host can fail at many endeavors
But few of them fail with grace,
And prisons are full of a criminal plenty
But most of them share the same race.
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.
The french-fried potatoes
That I bought from Wendy’s
Are covered in tattoos
And wear pants around their knees,
They complain about white privilege
And say “sup” instead of “hey.”
That’s when I remembered
That today is black fry day.
I opened a bottle of root beer
And smiled at the sweetness and fizz.
You probably don’t think that sounds racist
But I’m white, so it probably is.
I really don’t think I shoulda
Named my child Barracuda.
At first I thought I’d go with Sid,”
And now I wish did,
But when I named him I was living in the hood-a.
The life called “thug”
Is not for me.
I like a sit-down
When I pee.
I do not like
When I am blamed
And when I burp
I feel ashamed.
I do my best
To stay hydrated
And instead of “you’re wrong”
I say “that can be debated.”
I think guns
Are loud and scary.
I admire Hermione
Moreso than Harry.
No, the thug life’s
Not my scene
But you have at it!
(Just don’t be mean).
Korea is a country
I do not know much about.
Japan is a country
Whose cartoon characters look caucasian.
Thailand is a country
That knows what cooking’s all about.
Good China is a country
We only use on special occasions.
Las poema de todayo
Estas un indicator-õl
De how mucho yo remembero
From das high school Espagnõl.