Neber min' what's in your cran'um So your collar's high an' true. Neber min' what's in your pocket So de blackin's on your shoe. Neber min' who keeps you comp'ny So he halfs up what he's tuk. Neber min' what way you's gwine So you's gwine away frum wuk. Neber min' de race's troubles So you profits by dem all. Neber min' your leaders' stumblin' So you he'ps to mak' dem fall. Neber min' what's true tomorrow So you libes a dream today. Neber min' what tax is levied So it's not on craps or play. Neber min' how hard you labors So you does it to de en' Dat de judge is boun' to sen' you An' your record to de "pen." Neber min' your manhood's risin' So you habe a way to stay it. Neber min' folks' good opinion So you habe a way to slay it. Neber min' man's why an' wharfo' So de world is big an' roun' Neber min' whar next you's gwine to So you's six foot under groun'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |