You said I was “third world”
When I couldn’t spell right
And you shipped me your left-over mutton flaps
To say “congrats on your plight!”
You said I was different
And then asked me what the difference was
You proceeded to pity me when I shrugged, “just because…”
You said I was “third world”
Because I hardly contributed to discussions
You disapproved of my quiet manner
And warned me of its repercussions
In case you pity me
For having nothing to say
The truth is I’m preoccupied being grateful for my country’s free parking
And this little thing we have called “equal pay”
You said I was “third world”
When you stamped my passport
Just before you asked,
“What’s your favourite sport?”
You keep tabs on me because I’m not a citizen
Forget all that, let’s criticize Trump
World’s racing down a freeway and he’s a speed bump
You got so loud last November
And amidst your debating, failed to remember
How you shut-down our ’80s Lesā noise of “more brown New Zealanders coming soon”
Thanks for the student visa
Robert Muldoon.
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