by James Landrith
Black helicopters.
When Bob Jones talks, I see black helicopters, with rotors swirling.
When Bob Jones talks, I see black helicopters with rotors swirling, piloted by race-mixing demons.
When Bob Jones talks, I see race-mixing demons, in black helicopters, with rotors swirling, plotting world domination.
When Bob Jones talks, I get scared.
When Bob Jones talks, he says there are no verses.
When Bob Jones talks, he says there are only principles.
When Bob Jones talks, he says it’s God’s will.
When Bob Jones talks, he says it’s God’s will, but can’t find God’s memo.
When Bob Jones talks, I know he’s lying.
(Fall 2000 – WMATA, Washington, DC)