Blonde or brunette,
blue eyes or green,
there’s something innocent with white,
and peaceful with your King.

Addictive and sweet,
simple and sleek,
you have theories of everything,
and meatballs of my dreams.

I am blessed
in a white man’s world,
spoiling me with wealth and love,
keeping me safe evermore.

Land of snowy mountains
and nature so serene,
your people are universal idols,
making me jealous of your genes.

While I parade the streets
with my very own rights,
the colors of my rainbow
harmonize with your northern lights.

Shy yet so brave
you stare at me fondly,
so curious about my spice,
I think: “I can’t resist you either, my blondie”.

Yet, my heart has been broken
too many times by those blue eyes,
but bruises always heal
by the next man, eyes like Nobel Peace Prize.

Let me just take a bite,
potatoes, lingonberries, and beef,
like an orgasm in my mouth,
a happy ending with cookies and cream.

Some call you racists
while tearing down your icons,
but I call you saviors
as I carry you to Avalon.

I don’t mind being catcalled
when I call others barbaric,
since I grow so civilized
while they remain prehistoric.

Though my ancestors bled
for those new loafers edition,
CEOs always live up to the art,
and therefore you are forgiven.

So colonize me gently,
like the way you touched the moon,
and raise your flag proudly,
as I lick your silver spoon.