A
White Man’s Prayer
Lord send me a champion
inarticulate as a mouthful
of hot filé gumbo, smart
as two left shoes, windier
than a kettle of Uncle
Larry’s chili, who talks
tough around the silver
spoon in his mouth
someone sane
as an organ grinders monkey
a Yankee Doodle Dandy
plenty handy with the girls
honest as the day is long
in Lapland in December
an hombre who knows
how it feels to be top rail
at breakfast, bottom rail
by bedtime, big hearted
to his legions of lessors
his betters nothing more
than ugly rumor, Lord
knows my first choice
Foghorn Leghorn
is only a cartoon.
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