who owns jazz, a poem by Napoleon Maddox

Whas going on upstairs ?
Wh'claims to own Jazz ?
Nullifies experience;
Sex barricades
Bastion, fortify class ?
This what it's come to ?
All the pontification
Was it all jaw jacking
Intellectual masturbation

Rants on tradition
You the new brown whip cracker man for massa on the sound plantation ?
If the learning ain't through your system,
Then we're shut out.
If books are all they get,
You must think nothing is left out.

And what's to be learned,
When to get a fair turn;
You show the boys "just relax",
Chicks, got no chance to earn.

Just play as well as the GUY
next to you
This bases
the future
of the music
on finance and testicles

Does that rest well with you?
You at peace with that?
Did they meet with you?
Are they impressed with that?

P'Haps you love the terms
To do the same work in art
as they do in the streets
Around the globe south, north, west & east
To control the masses
While the fortunate feast

That's the jazz you own
You can have it
You're cut from the fabric
Same as those house slaves
made it a habit
Serving well the master
While field hands facing disaster
We've had it


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