Jackson, Miss

July 27, 2004

Brief note about the poem: This piece was inspired after my best

friend and I had an in-depth discussion about the aforementioned

city's current crime wave.

　

Jackson, Miss, we worry 'bout you.

You've got trouble there,

The fire's coming soon.

Jackson, Jackson, why the abuse?

Jackson, Jackson, please turn it loose.

Jackson, Miss, we're thinkin' 'bout you.

You've sorrow there.

And we pray for a boon.

Jackson, Jackson, ignore the deuce.

Jackson, Jackson, invest in a truce.

Jackson, Miss, you're just a place.

Jackson, Miss, you're beautiful space.

Jackson, Miss, you're precious lace.

Jackson, Miss, why is spit on your face?

Jackson, Miss, they're hard on you.

You're got problems there.

Each a crazy loon.

Jackson, Jackson, no rubber rooms.

Jackson, Jackson, your sanity looms.

Jackson, Miss, they're a shade of blue.

You're dead to them,

While we cry and croon.

Jackson, Jackson, you're burning, burning.

Jackson, Jackson, relief is yearning.

Jackson, Miss, you're a simple song.

Jackson, Miss, you're worth is long.

Jackson, Miss, you banged your gong.

Jackson, Miss, tell 'em they're wrong.

© 2004 Jarrod C. Lacy