Shall I compare thee to an October day when it’s ninety fucking degrees?
I would call it an Indian Summer if it didn’t piss off the Navajos
for everything we did to them, maybe they are entitled
to get all uppity in our faces and demand to be treated as equal
but that probably won’t happen to me because I’ve never met a Native American
in spite of that, I sympathize for the Trail of Tears but not General Custer
but the rain dance stereotype might come in handy during a drought
and the Land O’ Lakes girl is kinda cute in that two-beers sort of way