for OBAMA and the rest of his DEMBHOLE BROS.!!!

[with apologies to Vachel Lindsay]
The Congo Cunt of CHICAGO
(A Study of ‘the Obama’)



I. His Basic Marxism
Thin Black buck in a ‘White-House’ room,
Bowler-king, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the
table,
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty ideaology with the handle of a
broom,
Hard as ‘the Obama’ was able,
Boom, boom, Boom,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a
broom,Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom.
THEN he claimed religion.
That he wasn’t Muslim.
’the Obama’ marveled in de-
rision.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH
THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE WHITE HOUSE WITH A
SINISTER MONIED TRACK.
Then along that river-bank
A thousand miles
Tattoed Black Panthers cannibals danced bloodying voters;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the fly warriors,
"BLOOD" screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors of Acorn,
"Whirl ye the deadly voodoo rattle,
Harry the earners,
Steal GM and all the Banks,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,Bing!
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom,
"A roaring, epic, rag-time tuneFrom the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,Foam-flanked and terrible.
Boom, steal the tax-monies,
Boom, kill the Jews,Boom, kill the White men,
Like the windHoo, Hoo, Hoo.
Listen to the yell of Wahington’s ghost
Burning in hell for his freedom-maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell.
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy proclamation,
Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,
Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay,
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
play: -"Be careful what you do,Or Mumbo-jumbo', God of the Congo,
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you,Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you."
II. Those Dembholes Irrepressible High Spirits
Wild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call and Rahm
Danced the juba in their Rose garden gambling-hall
And laughed fit to kill, and shook the town,
And guyed the policemen and laughed them
downWith a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay,
Boom....THEN
I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH

THE BLACK,CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A
GOLDEN TRACK.
A Black fairyland swung into view,A minstrel river
Where dreams come true.The ebony palace soared on high
Through the blossoming trees to the eve-
ning sky.
The inlaid porches and casement shoneWith gold and ivory and elephant-bone.And the Black crowd laughed till their sides
were sore
As George S. your master pulled your
Tether even more,
At the baboon butler in the agate door,
And the well-known tunes of the parrot
bandThat trilled on the bushes of that magic
land.
A troupe of skull-faced Witch-men came Through the agate doorway in suits of
flame,Yea, long-tailed coats with a gold-leaf crust
And hats that were covered with diamond-
dust.
And the crowd in the court gave a whoop
and a callAnd danced the juba from wall to wall.
But the witch-men suddenly stilled the

throng
With a stern cold glare, and a stern old
song: -"Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you." . . .Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes,
Came the cake-walk princes in their long
red coats,
Shoes with a patent-leather shine,And tall silk hats that were red as wine.And they pranced with their butterfly part-

ners there,Coal-black maidens with pearls in their
hair,Knee-skirts trimmed with the jessamine
sweet,And bells on their ankles and little black
feet.And the couples railed at the chant and the
frownOf the witch-men lean, and laughed them
down.(O rare was the revel and well worth whileThat made those glowering witch-men
smile.)The cake-walk royalty then beganTo walk for a cake that was tall as a manTo the tune of " Boomlay, boomlay,
Boom,"While the witch-men laughed with a sin-
ister air,And sang with the scalawags prancing

there: "Walk with care, walk with care
Or Mumbo-jumbo, God of the Congo,And all of the otherGods of the Congo,Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you.Beware, beware, walk with care,Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay,Boom."Oh, rare was the revel, and well worth

while
That made those glowering witch-men
smile.
III. The Hope of Their ReligionA good old Negro in the slums of the town
Preached at a sister for her velvet gown.
Howled at a brother for his low-down

ways,His prowling, guzzling, sneak-thief days.Beat on the Bible till he wore it out,Starting the jubilee revival shout.And some had visions, as they stood on
chairs,And sang of Jacob, and the golden stairs,And they all repented, a thousand strong,From their stupor and savagery and sin and
wrongAnd slammed their hymn books till they
shook the roomWith " Glory, glory, glory,"And "Boom, boom, Boom."THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH
THE BLACK,CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A
GOLDEN TRACK.And the gray sky opened like a new-rent
veilAnd showed the apostles with their coats
of mail.In bright white steel they were seated roundAnd their fire-eyes watched where the
Congo wound.And the twelve apostles, from their thrones
on high,Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly
cry: -"Mumbo-jumbo will die in the jungle;Never again will he hoo-doo you,Never again will he hoo-doo you."Then along that river-bank, a thousand
miles,The vine-snared trees fell down in files.Pioneer angels cleared the wayFor a Congo paradise, for babes at play,For sacred capitals, for temples clean.Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean.There, where the wild ghost-gods had
wailed
A million boats of the angels sailed
With oars of silver, and prows of blueAnd silken pennants that the sun shone
through.'Twas a land transfigured, 'twas a new crea-
tion,Oh, a singing wind swept the Negro nation;And on through the backwoods clearing
flew: -Mumbo-jumbo is dead in the jungle.Never again will he hoo-doo you.Never again will he hoo-doo you."
Redeemed were the forests, the beasts and
the men,And only the vulture dared againBy the far, lone mountains of the moonTo cry, in the silence, the Congo tune: -Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you.Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo ... jumbo ... will ... hoo-doo
. ... you.