Governor Woke Smoke’s $campaign
I. Apologize, rationalize ‘bout Injun
removal/slavery? Why, you’re a beer short of a six-pack—
A fry short of a Happy Meal!
Crazier than a soup sandwich!
Crazy as an outhouse rat!
Nuttier than a five-pound fruitcake!
Apologize, rationalize ‘bout Injun removal/slavery?
You’re mad as a monkey on the Mason-Dixon Line!
Nuttier than a squirrel turd!
Nuttier than a porta potty at a peanut festival!
You’re proof you don’t have to hang from a tree to be a nut!
And you’re loopy as a crosseyed cowboy thinkin’
we’ll allow you to vote in this negro-rigged, neo-
Bolshevik system without at least posin’ the eligibility
questions: How many jelly beans in this jar?
How many bubbles in this bar of soap?
How much buckshot’s in my shotgun?
II. Dixie poised to take reich reins next $election…
One last hit off his woke pipe and Gov. Woke
Smoke’s $campaign’s off and running! Jr.
Moribund, wonky words/mumbo jumbo—lewd
legalese. Vows never to surrender to woke ideology!
Another strongman! Do no wrong man. Right
man/white man for the white house. Harvard
smarter than Boss Tweet’s lazy-ass, Last Days
of Pompeo…low Barr bungling and grifting…
STOP WOKE ACT/ STOP VOTE ACT—
on the down-low—Look away, look away
from confederate Florida/Sunshine State!
Freest state west of Hungary. “Where woke
goes to die” and Black teens spend formative
Years in solitary…
Vote removed; Shuffle added—Transposed into
Key of Assault Right—Ain’t nothin’ but “Bubba’s
Blues:”
“Woke Folk got bees in their bonnets ‘bout Injun
Removal and Slavery
Woke Folk got bees in their bonnets ‘bout Injun
Removal and Slavery
It’s still Jim Crow’s Bar-b-Q, whether the sauce is
sweet, or savory…”
STOP WOKE ACT/ STOP VOTE ACT—
on the down-low: Layman’s terms:
“We swear on patinated, pigeon shit-covered hooves of
Robert E. Lee’s horse,Traveller, Jews will not replace
us! Warning fetus-killing physicians: stand down— And
feral negro mongrels; Mexican murderers and
rapists; same sex-marrying Muslims holdin’ christianity
in contempt: No jihad in Dixie!
We’re taking her back—making her White Man’s Land
again!
Comply, or get outta the Sunshine State before sundown…”
2022. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: GoFundMe and PayPal.
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