Poem

Poemwhaddya mean he's a fag? Ya mean he's a queer?oh,no,no..I mean he gains the sympathy of womenwhatever's convenient, whatever's neara faggot...a STICK you throw on the fireto burn with love and desire he feelsthough mutecuz Rolling Stone made him out to beso cutehis rebellion was mightyhis resolution slightyplaying scion of the white plantationmasked and anonymousfooled a lot of ussinging Dixie and I mean SERIOUSLYafter being so Civil Rights consciousliberallyMartin Luther King turnin' over in his gravethe kid thought Christianity was a club you joininstead of a wand you waveand he sat and let a loud guitar do his talkin'cuz he had nothin' to saybut kept stalkin' the garden offront page lightnin'But Rolling Stone was lookin' for a different kind ofSpike'n'spicin'Jimi Hendrix the last man standin'( they called the hymn)and little white boy Dixie singin' Bobby fadin'in the background lookin' pretty dimI-wouldn't-even-TRY-to-kill-a-mothuhphuckin'-nigguh-Iwas HIMI'd take it to the mattress-sideand lay me down in the world wide web of fratricideRolling Stone dumped that theatrical little joo boyin favor of somewhere-over-the-rainbow-stylin-nigguhzevery jew calls, "Oy! Goy!"wearin' Versace...you can see PRINCEis a cross between Jimi Hendrix and LiberaceDylan's got to sit ( his ass hurts)Jimi made his cherry burstbut don't listen to me I'm coldRolling Stone's hot for commercenow what's worse...when you're brokenon a Stoning Rollrappin' the Plant Earthin these manifold soulsserving up breakfasthot coffee'n'gender rolls