Come On, Man!

You ain't a real black,

Dat's what he say.

You think fo' yo' self,

Be de debil to pay.

What's going to happen

To the Democrat nation

If too many brothers

Escape their plantation?

And here's what's behind

What the candidate said:

All black folks are "Corn Pops"

In that addled head.

David Martin

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