My Wise Country Cousin on the Congressional Black Caucus
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner
Son, don’ axe me ‘bout de Blak Cawcus—
‘Less you wanna see me gittin’ rawcus…
Dem Negroz is greezy an’ too damn slick
I gib ‘em de name: de Corprit Bag Click—
Preachin’ “Ark ob de morul uneverse long
But, de pull ob green power is too strong!”
Why, on all leguslayshun dat matter to us
Dey vote in a blok: “In gawd we truss…”
We onlee see Dem ‘ bout ebry 2-4 years
Eben den we can barely ben dey ears…
Dem Negroz par-tay livin’ hi on de hog—
We’s han to mouf, shot down lak a dog!
Congressnull Blak Cawcus caw lak crows
Persunhoods de pimps, an’ dey de hoes:
“Eber seen a suitcase full ob Franklin face?
Dat trump de histree ob de whole Blak ‘race’…
Eber sit in one Dem big, sof’ lethur chairs?
Now, dat overcome constitchuwents cares…
You eber go on de great big golf junkit?
Low-hangin’ fruit, sumbody gon’ plunk it!
Eber hab a big fine car along wit de driver?
Ha, ha… one perk fo dis ‘shucker an’ jiver’…”
Wit de job descripshuns lak : LIAR an THEEF
An’ co-signin’ fo dey Commanduh-en-Cheef
In all ob dey years, dey ain’t done us much good—
Recall Dem Negroz fo’ tribunals in de ‘hood!
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at Raymond (at) upsurgejazz.com
Raymond Nat Turner © 2014 All Rights Reserved
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