WHITE DID HIS JOB
Black and white
Met on a table
Both were noble
Black as had money
White, because known tricks
The host offered wine to black
Whereas the white took tea
In green and red lights
White did his job
Black was not there
But a sick,
like dead body
Sitting on the door
Begging meat and wine
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