PREJUDICED

by

James Bredin

I see them every day as they try to stroll the mall,
Some of them are small but others are quite tall,
They wear large baggy pants four sizes too big,
And walk the slow gait of an overfed pig.
Droopy drawers down around their ankles,
Hobbled like a prisoner unaware that it rankles.

Are they looking for attention or just being dumb?
Is this their attitude or and should we all succumb?
Is it a symptom, they are stupid or just in disgrace?
Or is this intimidation straight in my face?
Should I tip my hand and show them that I even care?
Show myself a redneck and an absolute square?

I don’t think I’ll do that, not just quite yet,
I’ll wait for an opportunity but I’ll never forget,
I’ll be politically correct and polite like all the rest,
And conceal the mind-set that I’m not at all impressed,
A narrow-minded politician might point a big fat finger,
Call me bigot or prejudiced and let the stigma linger.

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Why don't you look at Refugees for Canada
by: James Bredin
from: Toronto, ON, CA

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