Watermelon and Ribs

Last Sunday, my wife cooked two delicious racks of ribs,
From the most tender, juicy and tasty of pigs,
We had plenty of leftovers, so I called dibs,
And brought them into work the next day,
Alas, lunchtime came to my dismay,
I'm the only black guy on my team, despite decades of Civil Rights,
I couldn't heat, eat, and enjoy these ribs in the cafeteria or at my desk,
With the judging looks from my co-worker thinking, "Just as I suspect!",
So I grabbed my lunch bag, and began to search,
For an empty conference room, so I could finally get to work,
Way out of the way, hiding out like a parole skippin' felon,
I discovered another ni@@a in 4C eating some watermelon!
I said, "Deon, why are the lights off, and how did you find my spot"?
He replied, "I caught yo' monkey a$$ in here last week eating bean pies, so I said why not!"
We laughed and talked about all of the food that we brought,
And prayed to God that we wouldn't get caught (by the white people)!