God bless you Carol Crawford
and your love affair with bugs.
Come see my hat
you know I’ve got
and greet my family.
You know they’re here.

Hear my every footstep
whisper above your floor.
Hear those big fat roaches
come a’knockin on your door.
But don’t let them in.

Bring me that petition
to keep the ghettos black.
Buy yourself a shotgun.
Shoot pigeons in the back.
Don’t allow your kids to play with
those across the track.
But, don’t forget church.

You’re a mean old ugly lady,
never smiled in your life.
When you talk of war,
you talk of how you’re proud.
You represent this hell on earth,
despise equality.
But, you’re not alone.
There are millions who love you.

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