Ode to the Drunk Guy at the Two-Story McDonald's in East Lansing on St. Patrick's Day

I jumped when he yelled, "Where all the white girls at?"
It was expected, of course, but still crude
Frightened, I shrank down where I sat
Glad that from behind I look like a dude.

It was funny until he became asinine, 
Knocking trays off of tables and so on
I was terrified our table was next in line,
And I was winning at Settlers of Catan.

Now, looking back,
It was not because he was black,
Or inebriated, that was the norm.

Yet despite threatening oddities
I was flush with commodities
And took my opponents by storm.

G. S.