Jesse Jackson, mug full of mush
hustling, shuffling race cards—
your mouth mutters on,
with vague perversity
staking claims upon diversity;
Stirring pots and agitating
mumbling, blaming, cracker-baiting.
We know this is your bread and butter
but must you thusly slur and mutter?
Rather than home-cooking sessions,
take some elocution lessons.
Spit those crackers out yo’ mouth—
the gravy train is headed South…
Get a REAL job. Join the People.
Stop carding wool and fleecing sheeple.
You’re hard for the herd to understand—
if I were you I’d change my brand.