J. Riley Dungee, for the A.N.P; Pittsburgh Courier, October 11, 1930

Hark, Fellow Citizens of hell,
  Hear ye in my doleful story--
How Mississippi's filched my fame
  And gone off with my glory.
In unexcelled malignity
  I heretofore held away,
'Til Mississippi raped my role
  And took my rank away.

In diabolic cruelty,
  I mastered all the while,
But Mississippi savagery
  Has got me skint a mile.
Beside a Mississippi snob
  I look like Abraham,
Beside a Mississippi Mob
  This camp don't count a damn.

The patronage of former time
  No longer I command.
For friends have found a fouler clime
  In Mississippi Land.
Now I am Mississippi bound,
  My prestige to reclaim,
To set up my dominion there
  And resurrect my fame.

It's too infernal holy here,
  It ain't like home no more;
So hell's for rent, and I am bent
  For Mississippi's shore.
This fiend-forsaked synagogue
  Will drive a demon dippy,
I've got to quit this pious pit,
  I'm bound for Mississippi.