“What You Mean I Can’t Irony?” — Ishmael Reed

“What You Mean I Can’t Irony?”
by Ishmael Reed
A high-yellow lawyer woman
told me I ought to go to
Europe to “broaden your per
spective.” This happened at
a black black cocktail party
an oil portrait, Andrew Carnegie,
smiling down

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