Discrimination

I don’t mind the human race. 
I’ve got pretty used to them 
In these past twenty-five years. 
I don’t mind if they sit next 
To me on streetcars, or eat 
In the same restaurants, if 
It’s not at the same table. 
However, I don’t approve 
Of a woman I respect
Dancing with one of them. I’ve 
Tried asking them to my home 
Without success. I shouldn’t 
Care to see my own sister 
Marry one. Even if she
Loved him, think of the children. 
Their art is interesting, 
But certainly barbarous. 
I’m sure, if given a chance, 
They’d kill us all in our beds. 
And you must admit, they smell.