Whiteness was not part of his blood,
He was slow, so it came to him very late,
With coin owed to some Mexican,
When the Retard began to hate.

He was not easily moved,
He was fat: forced to wait
Till every chromosome was counted,
Ere the Retard began to hate.

His voice was weak and gay.
His eyes were slanted, not straight.
There was neither mug nor show
When the Retard began to hate.

It was not preached to Patreon.
His intelligence wasn’t great.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Retard began to hate.

Impossible for him to have bred.
He couldn’t even get a date.
He still couldn’t get over one conundrum,
His lifelong struggle with Down syndrome
When he stole from someone truly great
That the Retard began to hate.