The human race is bothersome

most I can deal with nor a day

Over the past fifteen years

I have got pretty used to them

I don’t mind if the sit with me

On buses, streetcars, or eat

At the same restaurants as me,

If it’s not the same table with me.

However, I do not agree with a woman

I care about dancing with them. I have

tried asking them into my home

Without success. I don’t

Care to see my sister anymore. She is

With them, think of the children

Their art is creative but barbarous.

I know if given the opportunity,

They would murder us in our sleep,

In our homes, with our families.

And you must admit, they smell

How I feel for the human race.