When he called a Planned Parenthood
office in Columbus, Ohio, and said he wanted to finance abortions for
minorities, saying “there’s way too many black people in Ohio,” the
administrative assistant on the phone laughed and agreed to his terms.
When he called an Idaho branch, a helpful development official told him
he “absolutely” could restrict his donation to abortions of
African-American babies, raising no objection even after he explained
that his goal was to shield his son from future competition for college
admission under affirmative action.
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen
A man who loves to cook and clean
I pray this man will love no other,
And relish visits with my mother.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.