/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>"The night of the roof Koreans" By Jae-Hwa

Twas the week of Thanksgiving and all through Missouri
Niggers would smash windows and run off in a hurry
In sagging groid-pants they didn't know how to wear
They would run through a store and leave the shelves bare
When most people were asleep, all snug in their beds
The streets were full of strange monkeys with pubes on their heads
With Chin-sun at the register, and me on the roof
Aiming my new rifle at any gold toof
When in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I readied the trigger, for ape brains to splatter
Through my window went a brick which a nig had just pitched
I knew my store was next to be culturally enriched
The glow of the fires burning off in the night
Gave the lustre of mid-day to all the niggers in sight.
With greasy black faces and each with a sneer,
Came a pack of wild negroids to my store drawing near.
With pants on the ground like some typical nigs
I knew they were coming to steal liquor and cigs
Like rampaging silver backs in the jungle they came,
So I looked through my scope and shouted, and called them by name!
"Hey Tyrone! Hey Jamal! Hey DeShaun and Fo'Tayus!
Hey DeeRay! Hey Kwantel! DeMarcus and Drayfus!
"You stay out of my store, you reave it arone, scoot!"
"You niggers no scare me! You root and I shoot!"
Like the chimps in the zoo, when monkey snack time has come,
They did ook. They did Eek. But still they did come.
So I lined up my cross hairs on the burliest nigger
And readied my finger to squeeze on the trigger.
And then as I steadied my rifle to aim
I wondered who the media would decide was to blame
As I drew in my breath and was ready to shoot,
Suddenly the pack stopped, no longer looking to loot
And what to my slanty yellow eyes did appear?None other than Saint Zim Zam and a pack full of gear

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