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A lame idea's not a knock At ones who can't stand and walk. My eight handicap's not a slur To any falling short of par. I repeat, Are you deaf or something, Doesn't insult the hard of hearing; It only means you're not listening. If one's blind as a bat, It's not a slight, it's not a fact, It's just a phrase we humans use; I've heard some used against the Jews, And others we've unlearned to use. We of habit and long of tooth Aren't as bad as you may think When overhearing oldies speak: I'm just jittery when I'm spooked. Our excessive sensitivity's daunting. Nothing said's meant to be hurting. How does all this sit with Whitey? Yes, Whitey's what I said. Should I mind that name? Isn't it the same? It's used to ridicule, Exposing Whiteys as the fools, By some who think they're far too cool:      *Whitey said so...      Whitey did so...      Whitey don't know...* This Whitey do know; He don't like this **** Not one little bit, Brother; And it makes me cottin-pickin ****** With the hypocrisy, Sister.
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
Cottin-pickin ******
A lame idea's not a knock At ones who can't stand and walk. My eight handicap's not a slur To any falling short of par. I repeat, Are you deaf or something, Doesn't insult the hard of hearing; It only means you're not listening. If one's blind as a bat, It's not a slight, it's not a fact, It's just a phrase we humans use; I've heard some used against the Jews, And others we've unlearned to use. We of habit and long of tooth Aren't as bad as you may think When overhearing oldies speak: I'm just jittery when I'm spooked. Our excessive sensitivity's daunting. Nothing said's meant to be hurting. How does all this sit with Whitey? Yes, Whitey's what I said. Should I mind that name? Isn't it the same? It's used to ridicule, Exposing Whiteys as the fools, By some who think they're far too cool:      *Whitey said so...      Whitey did so...      Whitey don't know...* This Whitey do know; He don't like this **** Not one little bit, Brother; And it makes me cottin-pickin ****** With the hypocrisy, Sister.
The road goes both ways... Brother.
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
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