Old Jim Crow
Old Jim Crow was dirty as a coal mine canary.
So, they tossed him into a bucket of suds.
Scrubbed him up and down for decades.
He smelled nicer-looked cleaner for a while.
But the grime wormed its way deep into his insides.
The echo of old Jim Crow never stopped cawing.
Because old Jim Crow never really died.
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