TIKI MANIFESTO Tiki mug, tiki mug My face, my mother's face, my father’s face, my sister's face Tiki mug, tiki mug White beachcombers in tiki bars drinking Zombie cocktails from tiki mugs The undead, the Tiki people, my mother's face, my father's face The black brown and ugly that make customers feel white and beautiful Tiki mugs, tiki ashtrays, tiki trashcans, tiki kitsch cultures Tiki bars in Los Angeles, a tiki pon theatre, tiki stores Tiki conventions, a white quy named Kukulelei singing in oogabooga fake Hawaiian makes me yearn to hear a true Kanaka Maoli lie Kaumakaiwa Kanaka'ole sing chant move her hands the antidote to tiki bar people who don't listen because tiki don't speak any language do they Tiki bars in LA., in Tokyo, in the lands of Tiki, Honolulu, Pape’ete Wherever tourists need a background of black skin brown skin ugly faces to feel land of the free expensive rich on vacation hard working with a background of wallpaper tiki lazy people wallpaper made from our skins our faces our ancestors our blood and I'm here in Los Angeles or anywhere here in the so-called West which is everywhere and here, we are tiki mug people, my mother's face, my father's face my face, my sister's face Can | remind us that Tiki Whom we call Tretie and Tiitii Some call Ki', some call Tr' That Tiki was beautiful, jutting eyebrow, thick lips, wide nose brown skin in some islands black skin in some islands brown black deep, thick thighs jutting eyebrow, thick lips,
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