CARAMBA CRIED OUT
CARAMBA, THEY CRIED OUT
Oh, look see we are not racist we hired a black girl.
And the cock crow three times a story left untold.
Ratings are poor our employees don’t measure up.
There is a brown girl in the ring let’s lynch her he says.
I was told she was top notch who cares we are all fed up.
To bring back glory to our Caramba store that's our story.
Putting up with the Johnsons our store is on edge.
On the edge, a rock and a hard place presumes dead.
Forty minutes of waiting for customers could not be wrong.
They ask him to find a way to fire the black girl or he is done.
A manager's plight trying to seduce the black girl was no fun.
Retaliation was the only solution he offered her a promotion.
Waited patiently a jolly calculating fellow but also yellow.
Giving his brain a racking to find the remedy still lacking.
Let's just send Ann packing for the police is truly our lackey!
They can drag her in cuffs at our discretion yeah so Tackey.
The police did just that police you see blind mice at that.
Playing up to King Rat for bits and pieces of silver fat
Saying we are not racist we hire a black girl load of rubbish.
Light In the Mist Poetry volume 9
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet Raw energy, Timeless poetry series
