IN THE HOTTEST STATE

(November 22, 1963)

Texas rebel state
JFK was shot today
1963

Texas hateful state
Hot and quick to offend
Janis said it best:

I liked black music
It seemed less plastic and fake
Texas loves a noose

James Byrd didn't get a noose:
he was dragged from a truck
while still alive

Janis screamed the blues
And Texas laughed when she died
At least she got out

JFK did not make it
He was a slap in the face
All they know is guns

Morons and cowards
More bullets than brains
So they wasted his

And we still wonder why
Janis sang the blues? She
was busy saving her soul.

Unlike the rest of Texas.
Guns are the answer -
Not saving your soul

Not Little Girl Blue
Bullets are better:
It's so easy to kill what you hate.

In the hottest state.

Poem © 2014 by Dylan Mitchell