Humph, an’ to think dey made “Birth ob de Nation“
spreadin’ dat filth— dat rotten disinformation—
I bet dis what shrinks mean wit dey word, “projekshun?”
(but Boss Tweet big shoe show mosly mis-direkshun…)
White boy-Terris, lak de real rapists, is homegrown—
ax me, it’s bred-in-de-bone—lak testosterone!
Son, dey think we’s fresh off de boat, an’ rock dum—
where all dat ol’ Epsteen boy’s money come frum?
Boy’s cover story a Frakkktured Fairytale—
hmm, Stevie peep dis shit— an’ it ain’t in braille…
Epsteen catchin’ polyticians in honey traps—
so dey hafta bomb an’ bomb countries off de maps
De Low-leeta Xpress a Bi-Party-sin flight—
my po’ blak ass tax dollars help unerwrite
ol’ debils lak Slick Willy’s Freakwent Flyur miles—
Time we sang: “We shall overthrow dese pedophiles?!”
Raymond Nat Turner is an accomplished poet and performing artist. You can find much more of his work at http://upsurgejazz.com.
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