Jimi Hendrix poem update

The Payblack as Playback Praydatory Praytriarchy
strikes B.Dylan the head of the plantation and
J.Hendrix the field hand.....by b.rose

Jimi Hendrix was a field hand workin' on the
plantation man owned by Bobby Dylan hambone
Jimi never had HIS own

But I'm the Man that got the grand slam
hittin' ho'runs for the masses
kickin' jooz'n'nigguhz asses
MASSA'S ho'me now
and that's what WAR'S for
out to launch emBARKin' Pluto
eatin' Mars Bars

hey where's my duckin' fick?
I NEED my fickin' rubber ducky
just to LOOK at call it lucky
got da Nigz in a row
makin' SAFE movies by the sco'
playing Santa with a ho' ho' ho'

what's a white man doin'
covered with soot
fallin' down a chimney lookin'
for a bush to put

memories of Jimi
promoted to the level of
houseboy status
but the jew he remains
masked and anonymous
conducting the war
for the hero to slip in
the hero needs his heroin

tell'er she's a bank you can
bank on tell'er
he may hold up or stick up
just as long as he may sing HER song
and stick it in a little but not for long
cause

Jimi Hendrix ws a field hand
and I'm feelin' a little frisky/frisky
sittin' on top of the world wide web
lookin' down at Dylan still
whistlin' Dixie

I remember that night at th Gaslight Cafe
Bob Dylan was biased
the girl by his side was Joan Bias
he introduced us and I said,
"Joanie WHO?" ...just to settle a score
of a year and a half before

'cuz this time it was me recovering from
two roaring encores
but back then it was "We Shall Overcome"
more and more
when it comes to jackin' fate too late
"We shall overcompensate"
and the monster of poor folks you see
has grown into the African American
Entertainment Aristocracy

what's happened to the Black Revolution?
BEATS ME !!!
It's gone from the streets to the suites
you see...but back then I was singing
louder than anyone when
Joanie Bias came up to me so proud
and said, "You're singing too loud."

I didn't think you could sing too loud about Civil
Rights and making amends for
four hundred years of torture and I said,
"Joanie WHO? and you're with Bobby WHO?"
that bush league owner of the plantation damn..
he's inert as it is in heaven canned
planned and

jimi hangin' from a Seattle-ite
lynch pinned again for
the Masters AND SLAVES of war
masked and anonymous
fat cats readin' from the Torah
barnacles stuck to a pier
for appearances
icycles leap from the Koran
stabbing Dylan reading his
Koran-ickles

excuse me please I'm holding fast
to my Old Testicles and New Testicles
I know it takes balls to say that
for the Um-BIBlical CHORD
in a Word my Sword
but excuse me please
'cuz I'm not gonna excuse
high cotton uptown white bread
black nigz'n'jooz'n'blues'n'
pass the booze

I know I can be excused
and this burned out fuse re-fused
Jimi Hendrix was a field hand
and I'm feelin' kinda frisky-frisky
sittin' on top of the world wide web
screamin'like a jet through the Internet
blowin' a bugle
you can catch me free 24/7 nite and day
on Google

lookin' down at Dylan and his Bias
still whistlin' Dixie