My Dad & Two Tone

Even suits couldn’t smarten
his sneering – my father was
not keen on youth – his auld
ways on race were painful – I
have lived among too many
people who see skin first – A
bigot sat opposite me & all I
could do to was talk louder –
Easy hate eventuates via our
mates [we are slickly weaned
& sent to fend for ourselves –
with arrogance as our muster
to arms] – Racism rises quick
in men with dick problems – I
fester in our local & overhear
a shortcut to all our problems

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