WHY I NEVER HAVE OR WILL RIDE A DONKEY

Countless inquisitions 
 directed toward my soul
with a bemused, befuddled slur 
 “Come on man, take the donkey for a stroll”

“Why don’t you choose, what’s there to lose
  playing tight end on our teams”
I grin and see the future past
  a panacea of noxious dreams

No longer do I feel a need 
  though not so in younger years
The compulsive urge to convert a turd
   falls on the vacuous ears

The donkey ride and picking sides
  came to pass in younger age
With the telly airing Emmitt Till
  seeing two donkey riders center stage

I ponder long and deep, 
  obsessed about the cause
Finding out the broodmare’s chorus
  was germane to Nathan Forrest

Riding hard on the donkey
  countless generations took a path
South of the Mason Dixon line
  the donkey herd amassed

I watched as hooded riders 
  took the reins inside the tower
Atop the crops of the feral beast
  Jim Crow garnered power

“Don’t buy gas where you can’t use the restroom”
   enraged the donkey herd
Time and time again they tried finally
  an Enfield Rifle silenced Medgar Evers words

Wallace stool in the doorway
  after dismounting from this steed 
Federals troops from the 101st
  ignored the donkey ‘s plea

Fire hose and midnight calls
  Bull Conner made his move
The jails were full, the streets blood red
  the donkey found its grove

Then I see the decades pass
  the purpose of the screed
Leninites made their move at last
  the half glass purpose they will feed

Sixty years of grooming chaos
  Infusing the generation class
We now see the culmination
  and why I will never will ride a jackass