I know I
The Negro
Being wined and dined,
Answering the usual
That come to white
Which seeks
To Probe in polite
The why and
Of darkness U.
S.
A.—Wondering how things got this
In current democratic night,
Murmuring
Over fraises du bois,"I'm so ashamed of being white."The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem
Park Avenue at
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait.
