black version of, 'Twas the night before Christmas"

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
tuesday, december 24, 2024 at 11:42:00 p.m. est

black version of" 'Twas the night before Christmas"

T'was the night before Christmas,
The sun out of sight,
All the negroes were shooting,
Began as a fight.

What seemed to begin as a non-fatal brawl,
Ended up with dead nigs--bullet holes in them all.

Trayvon with his handgun,
Jaquan brought his piece,
Trayvon shot his nephew,
Jaquan shot his niece.

Three bullets were nestled in Roscoe Lee's leg,
Jackoffious--shot--hid behind a beer keg,
Joneaka tried running--she got shot in the head,
Uncle Ben was less lucky--he already dead.

When out on the lawn, there was lots of chatter,
The cops had shown up--nigs started to scatter.

And all that was left for the black city's blue,
Was to say, "There's no threat"--though that wasn't true.

And to load up the van and check off their names:
On Kwame, LaQuisha--Jacquarious, too,
Clitorine, Dumbassious, LaSyphillus--who?

And so as the cops drove into the night,
The blacks gathered round to say with delight,
"We can still shoot some more,
Sh*t...it's only midnight."

--GRA