Kit Kelen #268 - white men (like me)

268

white men

(like me)

absolute and universal

we are dick tipped

fart propelled

we have the means to point the way

old white men

are global in reach

our hearts are clockwork

(set souls by)

it is fair to say

our opinions are it

reasonableness is what we invented

(everyone else was in hysterics,

though you might not have got that)

we're white as

as for instance

spotless underwear under which

we live by a rule

that we spread as we sweep

as we take dark continents in our stride

don't monkey with us Jungle Jim

we are Ajax, Omo

what's that with the girly throw?

we silver line the clouds

ghosts were never whiter than us

and they don't have the big nose!

white as this mist

so few so far see through

our lies are white

we pink in swaddling

sling a star

send wise men

let's be white about

white thing to be

have it hymned

and still

white ants get under

your white Christmas

white nights when the sun won't set

'it was the whitest thing he ever did'

wise and wonderful it was

you can be too

when you're white as

penis put away

unemployed or hard at it?

keep red necks

under white collars

then you'll white

as when the earth's lime bleached

where trees rose

white as the moon

when she takes off her clothes

we're white all the way

down to the bone

see our graph is ever up

that's cause we're excited

white is right

make conquest's motto

as coral fresh air corrects

as sands of the shipwreck

morning blesses with shore

white is paper blank

let's write

white as those hips

as the breasts

as the bum

wherever the sun won't shine

whiter than what-but-white?

on a silver charger

who is it saves the day?

colour of peace

and rest and heaven

teeth when they've had a good shine

and toothpaste too comes out this way

runs down the middle of the road

colourless colour

we all vote for it

white's like a kind of disinfectant

forget Coleridge's leprosy

the furry fungus on the tree

like old softy penis

the hard man on the team

thank the stars none of us is really quite white

not when you look up close

or climb the tree

still and all

it's fair to say

our opinions are it

white men

are global in reach

our hearts are clockwork

(set souls by)

absolute and universal

we are dick tipped

fart propelled

we have the means to point the way