The Ballad Of Morris Disease

"Ambition must be made to counteract ambition. The interest of the man must be connected with the constitutional rights of the place. It may be a reflection on human nature that such devices should be necessary to control the abuses of government. What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature?"
--James Madison, Federalist No. 51, 1788
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Down in the heart of Dixie, nineteen seventy-one,
After the marching was over and the danger was done,
Come a junk-mail genius with his eyes on the prize,
A civil rights cash-cow he could parasitize.
He’d skim a hundred million just as slick as you please,
One hell of a huckster name of Morris Disease.

He sends letters to lefties that fill them with dread,
Says the Ku Klux Klan is hiding under the bed,
The Boy Scouts is a hate group, so’s the SCV,
And the United Daughters of the Confederacy.
Mo’s the man to stop ’em everybody agrees,
So don’t fret, send a check to Morris Disease.

He gets money from movie stars, they pay him to lie,
Like the million dollar contracts with the FBI.
He’s got black grannies giving up their funeral stash,
Miami retirees send their soda can cash.
Nobody’s better putting on the squeeze,
What a ham, superman Morris Disease.

Well, the TV reporters are his biggest fans,
Bunch of Pavlov dogs, he’s got ’em licking his hand.
He sends ’em scarey stuff to titillate the viewer,
They couldn’t care less, it’s all horse manure.
Tonight we’ll get to see him on all our TVs,
Some more free publicity for Morris Disease.

His Southern Poverty Palace says he built for the Negro,
Two million dollar fountain that he built for his ego.
He’s a hobbing and a nobbing with the liberal elite,
They get groupies too you know, ain’t life sweet?
He’s a crooked crusader; we should fall to our knees,
Show respect, genuflect to Morris Disease.

When it’s time to relax, he likes those kinky games,
He’s very creative, puts Bill Clinton to shame,
So what if he wants to keep his wife and his mistress?
He’s a civil rights icon, so it’s nobody’s business.
He’s the prince of perversion, the Sultan of sleaze,
It’s how the Honky got the handle of Morris Disease.

Well, he’s got a new shill name of Mark Toopok,
He’s the new jive slinger, Morris done got too hot.
The Harpers boys are on to him, they say he’s a fake.
His best friend Farmer says he’s on the take.
He got taken to court by the EEOC
’Cause he wouldn’t let no brothers be an employee.

Well, you got your Jesse Jackson, MLK’s replacer,
The reverend Al Sharpton, racial ambulance chaser,
Kweezie Mfume keeping hate alive,
Johnnie Conyers rapping reparations jive,
But the king of the cons, got the real expertise,
Is lily white, sodomite Morris Disease.

Larry Smith