Long before George Jones and others
had folks all over the country hungry
for a weekly plate of Hee Haw
and the Grand Ole Opry, TV pretended
regular, hardworking, blue collar,
proud-to-be-white folks, didn’t exist.
Johnny Cash went on Carson in ’64
and damn near set the stage on fire.
His songs was real music—not none
of that monkey shine they tried to sell
with white faces on the cover.
But as good as Johnny was and is,
American Bandstand, Rock ’n Roll,
and them long-haired sissies from England
made living rooms full of our young
almost apologize for being born white.
Dick Clark is no better than a nigger to me
and the Jews that control television is even less.