A Little Lower than the Angels...

   
I heard this exchange on an uptown bus,  
Which clearly displays (with shame),    
The more profound the changes claimed  
—The more things stay same.  
   
Two youths in their mid-adolescence,    
Were discussing affairs of the day  
When the gist of their conversation  
Took a casual turn this way:  
   
One turned, and said, to the other,  
"So, Trish rolled out the welcome mat.  
Gimme the rundown, my brother,  
Are you puttin' the wood to that?"  
   
"This wood ain't for that ass," bro' said  
"That's a straight-up guarantee.  
The skeezer's hot to give it up,  
But she's way too black for me!"  
   
"I’m surprised to hear," his pal guffawed.  
"Such impolitic abuse.  
Don't you know the blacker the berry,  
The sweeter you'll find the juice?"    
   
“Ain't tryin' to hear it," bro' came back.  
“I’m deaf to lame entreaties.  
If black means sweet then drinkin' that juice    
Will give me diabetes!”  
   
You'd think so vile a statment  
Would cause any who'd heard to pall.  
It was caught by everyone aboard  
—And hilarity was had by all.