I don’t mind the human race. <br />I’ve got pretty used to them <br />In these past twenty-five years. <br />I don’t mind if they sit next <br />To me on streetcars, or eat <br />In the same restaurants, if <br />It’s not at the same table. <br />However, I don’t approve <br />Of a woman I respect <br />Dancing with one of them. I’ve <br />Tried asking them to my home <br />Without success. I shouldn’t <br />Care to see my own sister <br />Marry one. Even if she <br />Loved him, think of the children. <br />Their art is interesting, <br />But certainly barbarous. <br />I’m sure, if given a chance, <br />They’d kill us all in our beds. <br />And you must admit, they smell.<br /><br />Kenneth Rexroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discrimination-13/
