Hillbillies Bybillies and Blowbillies
Notta easy grasper – days back I cross ole Jasper
neath the olden ground’s crooket pine tree
and, oh, bless be, things he tole there to me!
He wanna’d me to hear all bout watz truth –
he say he’s hillbilly like you and me - says it, he do,
but, he say, da world changed cause fueds
bout hippycokecaine comin roun’ waz fuel.
Jasper members days bein’ rough n crude tough
onaccounta cokecaine bein’ ‘round, bein’ used.
Soon to long, Jasper say, powder sniffers
waz denied their share a da hillbillie clan dinner –
given nothin a’tall, not bread, nope, not any food.
Soon, seems the brood just came to be unglued.
Moonshine badmouthers called sniffers, “thinners.”
Stillers was fierce sure ‘thinners’ was bad news,
stillers was sure they’d get all hillbillies screwed,
so they upt their stills, said bye-bye and shooed.
They never come back, an as a matta a fact
theys the ones we waz raised up callin bibillies.
Say Jasper all got worse, never a bit unscrewed -
next hillbillies made da cokecaine addacts move.
They never come back, and as anotter matta a fact
theys the ones we waz raised up callin blowbillies.
That waz all Jasper got about sayin’ to me afore he
took to sniffin his hand to quick look up da pine tree,
over and over, it was a right peculiar thing to see.
... CayCay Jennings
May 4, 2018
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018