hating whitey

Poem #35 from Small Town Kid

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I never knew
what hate really was
until bloody whitey cropperson
so-called men’s barber
did a short-back-and-sides
on me

like a little boy
or an old man

he’s nothing but
a bloody butcher
and I will never
go there
again


© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 36: mcalpine’s cherries

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