by Raymond Nat Turner
For “po an’ wurkin’ folk,” the real shutdown begins when the two corporate parties come together for the Grand Bargain Feast.
My Wise Country Cousin on the Shutdown
by Raymond Nat Turner
Funny you axe me, son
Well, de way ah rekun,
Dey got de Shet Down,
De Fiscul Clip, Det Seelin,
De Seeqwestuh, Affowduhble
Cay Ak, an’ ‘bout sebben hunnit
Mo’ wayz ob pullin’ de Gran Bargun
On po an’ wurkin’ folk, an yellin’:
“UP AGAINST DE WALL,
MUTHAFUCKAS—BREAK YO SEFS!!”
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.
Raymond Nat Turner © 2013 All Rights Reserved
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