Down in the Hood
The ghetto is now called the
hood
To Edgar it is a place no
good
The train travels on through
On it’s way to the City
From the window an excellent
view
None too pretty
Garbage and graffiti he does
note
“Unpleasant” his word to
quote
Edgar is a racist
One of the elite
Law and order I insist
Law and order on the street
Edgar reads the news
It tells of the high murder
rate
Let ‘em all sing the blues
His thoughts of vicious hate
In college he learned of
Darwin
And the history of the human
race
Edgar thinks it’s not a sin
To be of the superior race
But Edgar has a secret most
grim
Never dared to tell another
soul
The sisters really attract
him
Almost make him lose control
His pale wife
Is plain, frigid and cold
Far past her prime
Proper and old
But these large ladies how
they strut
Tight blue jeans with a
bursting but
Large breasted women savagely
wild
How his heart beats with
thunder
A contradiction unable to be
reconciled
Why it is, a mystery of great
wonder
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