Post#905 » by Clyde_Style » Tue Jul 23, 2024 2:09 am
Once upon time there was a little Nazi
with an orange tan sprayed hero
Who would get so confused
when The Whites pumped their fists
I was one of The Blacks he thought
but then he wondered maybe he was wrong
and maybe I'm a Native American
or perhaps even an Indian-American
So he set out on a quest to find out
Who am I and what kind of Nazi do I really want to be?
He joined the Muslim Brotherhood because he wanted brothers
but they threw him out because he was a Nazi
Next he built a Hindu temple in the image of Trump
but Krishna and Ganesh said no, you've got to go, you're a Nazi
Then he crashed a NAACP meeting covered in shoe polish
and got stomped to the curb because he was a Nazi
Lost, Lonely and All out of hope
The little Nazi had an Aha! moment
and started posting on message boards online
because on the Internet nobody knows you're a dog
He shared his economic doctrines and theories of public discourse
and tried on his failed identities to win over his new friends
I'm one of The Blacks he claimed and he was happy
At last I can say what I am and be proud to be just that
But something went wrong for the little Nazi
because they forgot they said they were one of the Blacks
and starting saying they were a Mexicannnnnnn Mannnnnn
and I'm a Hindu Kush Kush in da Bush Baby
and how his mamacita was a Nuyorican in Spanish Harlem
and everything went horribly wrong
as all of his new argument buddies asked:
What the hell are you?
Black, White, Indian, Jewish, Tanzanian bro?
So they all finally settled the matter and told him:
You're a Little Nazi
That's Who You Are
Now You Know
Now Go Away