A poem by Ted Joans

  Skip The Byuppie

He the ultimate shady dark Right winger
Either a Newt-negro
Or growling Sambo t.v. talk
Show is pitbull fist swinger
He in a double breasted
Bathing suit of sweat
Trying like all he
Hell to do well
In his newly media
Plastic office crack
Tight assed taught to
Perform his token tongue
Tap dance of loose lips
Him be drum stick stuck
And drum major of
Byuppie minor parade
Him stays in step
Unhip and aloof
Imitating Wasp ways
Publishing his quick slick
Instructions for those
Who prepare his grave
He is the first
As well as America's worst
Byuppie by far
No big loaves of bread
Like the Yuppie Gates
This goody boy Gates is grim
He cant even swing
A lucrative campus opening
For worthy Black-- cause
Jivey League may downsize him!
Certain Whites amongst themselves
Say that he's their crazy lap dog
Faculty members welcome him
He be just the N-word they need
An intellectual seedy glib tongued
University nice negro number one
Byuppie invited as dinner guest
Blatant lies as he chews the food
His dark face radiates his joy
Being adressed as
Mister-Professor 'boy'
Byuppie eyebrows stay arched
As he disguises his stress
Nevertheless he mouths and writes
What his master knows best
Byuppie is the
Vomit vermillion coloured boy
A dicklcss N-word media
Golliwog toy
Ubiquitous dull and unhip thus
Un-golden gate to skip
Byuppie is the puppy of the Yuppie
Byuppie is the puppy of the Yuppie
A grotesque gate that must he shut
Skip the byuppie gate

 

         
                                         Ted Joans
                                         (26 Oct. 97 Sunday)