Quoth Mitch, “I’ll make that boy my bitch,
That silver-hair sly foxie,
And let him know which end is which—
The business end, by proxy.
“It’s good to have him in the chair,
‘Our man’ in the Supremes,
For, by his judgement, fair is fair,
And life is chocolate creams.
“As fair as for Obama’s man
My hands shaped and finessed
A kind of ‘treatment’—even Klan-
Smen suckle at a breast.
“Let him do as dark monies bid
Pretending all are equal,
Even as our forefathers did,
Because the past is prequel.
“‘Bend over for me, Neil,’ I’ll say,
He will not have the moxie
To give it up some other way,
My bitch, my boy, my foxie.”
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