Pale Face

The angry white dude

Without a shred of rectitude

Is something I allude 

But would prefer to totally exclude.

He is the ultimate in just plain rude

Mean and ugly and very crude

He is as well downright lude.

If there be even a hint of similitude 

With what this verse has just now hewed

I'd say my life was a bit too skewed

And I ought to maybe be barbecued

Then left in quite solitude

Or better yet just plain screwed

Forsaken for soothed 

Shaven and smoothed

It's time for me to take a snooze

Forget the news

About being abused

With you I'm fused

And no longer confused.

But it's the angry white male

Whose act has gone stale

A life up for sale

A man no longer hale

So let him whine and wail

With his face so pale

He needs to be ridden out of town on a rail.

If death be his due

Let him stink and stew

In the awful brew 

He made for me and you.

Poetic justice he'll rue

And threaten to sue

As I cast at him my worn out shoe

Let him boo-hoo

As we shout-pee-you!

May this be our coup

That he'll never undo

This too is a clue

About the millions he slew

As he acted on cue

In his moral debut

So let us review

How evil sticks to him like glue. 

As he rages through the ages

And laughs at the sages

His history a mystery until these final pages

If death be his wages

Then our pain this assuages.