Living
Drinking Razor Soup
From Negro Folk Rhymes (1922)
Living
He's been drinkin' razzer soup;
Dat sharp Nigger, black lak ink.
If he don't watch dat tongue o' his,
Somebody'll hurt 'im 'fōr' he think.
He cain't drive de pigeons t' roost,
Dough he talk so big an' smart.
Hain't got de sense to tole 'em in.
Cain't more 'an drive dat ole mule chyart.
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MLA
Thomas W. Talley (collector). “Drinking Razor Soup.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/talley/326/.
Chicago
Thomas W. Talley (collector). “Drinking Razor Soup.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/talley/326/.
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