Sweets on the floor—innocence that steals away sweetness—
Sugar with the rubber,
Now what I love sticks
To me,
Idol lover, I do with rubber,
Safety before the walk down
Safety in the take down,
Risk for the casino people,
The river rubble,
The Native American struggle
But no way! I am not like that
Driven off my land
Now He’s a dollar bill face
An emblem of disgrace
But am I to a racist!
A learned prejudice!
My white supremacy carved
In secrecy, yes I watched American
History X too! Yes, I loved School
Dazed and confused and the
Trees in between—yes I am
Malcolm and full of X-rated
Thoughts upon division, upon
The lesser things of the lower
Rings of fire that stretch beneath
Us—hell on earth? Hell right now?
Hell in the future, its all going down
Soon anyway, how I view this
Will change everything