politically incorrect christmas

'Twas the night before Kwanza, and all through the slum,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a bum.

The children had braided their cornrows with care,

In the hope that Saint Malcom soon would be there.

The Crips and the Bloods made their holiday peace;

The protesters protested: "Fuck da po-lice!"

The Jews and Koreans hid unter their beds,

While visions of rioters danced in their heads.

In a crackhouse, some pipeheads were lighting a rock,

When all of a sudden there came a loud knock.

And what to their wondering eyes did appear,

But Orange County's finest in full riot gear!

Boards fell from the doorway and crashed to the floor,

And landed in front of a twelve year old whore.

The cops went to work with their nightsticks in hand,

Swinging their sticks as the Africans ran.

A beating ensued as they tried to escape,

But nobody got it on videotape. 

As they jumped over fences they heard the men say,

"Merry Christmas, you punks, from OCDA!"

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