Oh, the pride, the swelling swell of pride
To be a chosen for the window side
On this long and deadly suicide ride,
This pact of humanity’s genocide!
Thank God you’re white! You’re white!
It proves you’re bright! You’re bright!
A Poker Chip of Whitest White!
That shows that you will win the fight.
Poker Chips of Red and Blue
Have nothing whatever to do with you!
You were born perfect – a White Chip too!
And Male to boot! How clever of you!
And, if you’re straight, that’s really great!
All will cheer when you find your mate!
If you can’t find, just buy your play date.
If you can’t afford that, just masturbate.
If you’re dumb enough to say what’s true,
We may shoot out your eye, your orb of blue.
Turn it into gooey goo. You can’t sue,
Just ‘cause you did as you’re free to do.
Be glad you’re a White Chip; they’re the best!
Till the game is over and then, like the rest.
You’ll also be subject to false arrest.
Swept away and put back in the chest.
How do you like being a Poker Chip, friend?
Red, White, or Blue — all killed in the end.
Our bus careens round another tight bend!
An exciting plunge is what will send
Us to our cliffside fall of fabulous fame.
At last to extinguish the last of our flame.
There’s no-one left but ourselves to blame.
Do you like “Poker Chip” now for your only name?
“Poker Chip” — doesn’t it have such a nice ring!
We must be grateful for our chance to sing!
The praises of our mad, inept, & orange king!
Putin’s Puppet, Mini-Hitler, Russian quisling!
He’s out to kill us all, don’t you see?
He’s putting an end to democracy.
Poker Chips: we’ve now no rights nor any dignity.
Regardless of our skin’s chromaticity.
We were just toys to move and check and slay.
He told us so from his very first day.
But you only heard he’d put them away.
You thought Poker Chips White could stay up and play.
That’s not the way it works, dear Poker Chip buddy,
Your thinking’s been muddied by Fuddy-Duddy.
And soon you’ll see we’ll all be sick and bloody,
Look around you! It isn’t Great. It’s cruddy!
Take my hand; let’s break boxed greed.
Regardless of color; regardless of creed.
It’s everyone’s time of greatest need.
Stand together. At least, it’s a seed,
Of what we can do with Red, White, and Blue.
Working as one to get everyone’s due.
Working as one to grow out of this goo,
It’s up to me. And up to you. It’s what we do.