Mansions of the Mind
Insurance against Alzheimers, Dementia and Senility or Perhaps Proof Thereof
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Drunken Indian (poem)
Drunken Indian
When I was a drunken Indian
I screamed at the White Man
for the atrocities, the smallpox
the theft of our land, the Trail of Tears
the casinos, the degradation and shit.
When I sobered up it was worse.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/14/2017
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