Whitewashed

I held a séance the other night

Cold round table with dim lights

A breeze was blowing

Or was it a wind of change

Wasn’t trying to talk - just exchange

A few things

On my mind



Light the candles and hold the hands

Let’s see if we can conjure up the bogeyman

Or the person of choice as in this case

A person I never met

A person I could never forget



What would I say

If he channeled through?

They took away your words, baby

They took away you

Forget the mark one, mark two, mark twain bullshit

They took away your slang

Dang

They ran away with it

Replaced It

Erased It



There’s nothing you can do

For the cleanup of your literature

Roll over in your grave

With Injun Joe and a Nigger slave

Taking up your backside

Glad you wrote about the dark side

Too bad it’s been whitewashed

Like a Tom Sawyer fence

Too bad you can’t be here

In your own defense



Freedom of Speech

Freedom of Words

What’s in a name?

What’s in slang?

What’s with America?

It’s a f*cking shame