A Treatise On Segregation

They aren’t like us

And they shouldn’t be allowed in our homes

They’re different

They’re vastly stupider than we are

And they’re selfish and rotten

Mongoloid bastards with no care but for themselves

They bask in learned helplessness

And are the reason we’re all so poor

These fools

These bastards who don’t want any better for themselves

I think

Given every opportunity in the world

They’d squander it

Shit. They have

And when it comes down to it

They don’t want to rise up

No one wants them to rise up, really

Because if they do, things will change

And change is hard

Which is why we don’t bother them to better themselves

These yuppies

With their money

They ought to be put in different schools

If they weren’t already

And they oughtn’t be allowed to eat in our diners

Yuppies are smaller of brain, it’s been proven

By many a fine social scientist

I like the expression:

Would you rather eat a gallon of yuppie snot

Or slide down a ten foot razor?

We’d all choose the latter

Why, if we don’t keep these people away from us

They’ll saturate the poor

And the poor will begin to become like them

Some kind of mixed breed, except

They’re not like us

They can never be like us

We are the slave race

Poverty power!

Poverty power!

POVERTY POWER!

With their Enya music and their sagging waistlines

Ignorant fools. They can’t even talk right

Like, like, like, like. That’s all I hear out of those mush mouths

We need to guillotine a few of these bastards

Before the others get uppity and start

Thinking they can make policy

If they want to go fight and die in the wars they made for us

Well, I say let ‘em.

I know, I know, it’ll be hard to integrate them

Among all the rest of the poor kids

But hey, if they want to die for us, good

One less wigger on the streets

To sell my kid crack

He got from his father