Yellow Cake

Yellow Cake
Mine the shit out of Lakota land,
I’ve see yellow, blue, and purple,
Where the white man sees yellow,
Cake, let them eat it, Lakota,
Yellow, blue, and purple flowers,

I make crowns for the girls,
Weaving flowers as I plant trees,
I hear a twelve pack is all you need,
Well, I offer more than a cheap ‘gasm,
We hunt the corrupt, in poems, I slay,

Shutting down food, let them eat yellow,
Cake, it’s good for them, they say,
Why, after all, they did wrangle cattle,
Left white heads on the Bozeman trail,
A clean, fresh Pine Ridge sunrise is,

To me, more powerful than a MIRV,
The fusion reaction of the Sun was
never meant to be tapped by men,
Let me be here, let me plant a tree,
Let me stay until my skin in red,

I hate yellow cake, rots the teeth,
Steal souls and vaporizes towns,
A Nuclear Holocaust is coming,
In my poems, in my heart, I see it,
Death from above, yellow cake.