Once, when we were
pals —
I mean way, waaay
back —
Oprah had all the
advantages.
What with being
Black.
And a woman to
boot!
What did I have?
Okay. . .I was kinda “cute”,
the son of a millionaire.
the son of a millionaire.
Oprah did
not have those burdens to bear.
I mean, come on
now. How was that fair?
She just had to
strive, struggle and save
while I always had
to take more than I gave.
Now who's the
slave?!
She had incentive
she could count
on.
Who did I have?
A
lousy dad?
Howard Stern?
My fag “mentor”,
So, “Ms BIG
O”,
you thinking of running?
Okay. Gloves off, say I,
“Bring. It. On!
Your defeat will
be stunning!”
You think with
Hillary you saw attacks?
You forget how my Russians hate all of you Blacks!
