I am Aboriginal
I am fifteenth in line in a hot dog cue
Happy with my lot
The proprietor yells move the black guy up
Or he won’t get a hotdog
I’ll run out before his turn
I have but thirteen left
And
The racial card will be played
No doubt
My business does not need that
I moved up
To the front of the queue
The proprietor said can I help you sir
I said thirteen hotdogs please
Placed my money on the counter
Then walked away
To do business elsewhere
Appetite satisfied
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yummy
very good poem love the non racial comenys
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