Sooner or later your foot
will get in your mouth.
Then you'll have to taste
your own bull down south.
But less keep it on me,
the poets face you see.

I'm actually part black,
part Indian,
part white.
All this blood runs
in my veins.
I don't judge by color,
makes no difference
if you don't have a dollar.
Most of us are mixed,
some try to deny they're fixed

Here lately I've been
eating my foot.
Versing kind of
mean and negative,
I like love and positive.
But for some reason,
I've committed treason,
which to me
isn't so pleasing.

OnepoetGem