Kramer (a poem)

It's the Racial Divide made me say what I said.

I'm not responsible.  Don't rain on MY head.

Iraq made me do it.

Katrina cried through it.

I was just healing wounds.  I was sadly misread.

Mea culpa?  Surely, you must be in jest.

I'm Kramer!  With exquisite timing I'm blessed.

My fame had diminished.

You thought I was finished,

But I'm back in the headlines.  On those laurels I'll rest!

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