Dancing Dolls

I see the dancing dolls

Of flesh and blood,

On the silver screen of my television,

Jubilant and brazen,

Their backs being bare,

Breasts half-exposed,

They are dancing,

As if they were inebriated.

Old Mini grumbles jealously,

Spits furiously,

Her grouse is: "These white bitches

Have downed 

Our once thriving black business.

We want food and clothing,

But they want other things

In exchange for the cheapest

Products that they are,

On whom the cheapest of us

Feed like greedy pigs.."