Bigot

You can't fix me

     When I'm everything that's right about you

You can't kick me out,

     When doing so means your own ejection

You can't call me wrong

     When I'm everything you do

You can't rub me out

     When I'm your very reflection

You will kick me when I'm down

     And I'll carry on as always

And you'll spit on my grave

     In the name of your false idolatry

But I'm there on your floors

     On your roofs, in your hallways

I'm no good anymore

     As the ballast for your bigotry

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