Friday, January 13, 2012


“Come down an’ buy confederate goodies.
You’ll get ’em at The Redneck Shop.
We’ll turn your pricks to full-on woodies,
So be a man until you drop.  
In back we got the blackest mammies
Brought back to life by double whammies;
And, boy, until you fucked a black . . .
You know it’s said, “You won’t go back.”
We got a Dixieland bikini;
And pictures that old Adolph signed,
The savior of all white mankind.
We sell a game called Eeny Meene
’bout catching niggers by the toe;
Or makin’ sure they’re on death row.”

* The “inspiration” for this piece comes from an article titled “Uneasy Neighbors in a Southern Gothic Tale”  in the NYT dated January 13, 2012.

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