Wicked Mike - Dinner for Two (serving disgust at racist murder)

Oh carrion bird, blotting out the sun,
I saw you feasting yesterday
and forgot to ask you what it felt like to:
Axe your beak into stiffened flesh and jellied blood,
swallow an eyeball or two and spaghetti a sinew;
let a maggot wiggle on your tongue

Come to dinner, I’ll prepare your best
Have a choice of honky, turban, nigger, slit-eye or jew
It’s my quest to please my guest
No, don’t worry, it’s not an inconvenience
because they cost less nowdays
Besides, what are friends for?

Wicked Mike

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