'Applying For Sainthood' - Poem by Carlos Ornelas
Love circles, octagons and triangles
Why our rooms are all rectangles
And our lives are all entangled
All the stars' banners spangled.
Spanglish anguish broken language
We the pickles in the sandwich
Love triangles house of mangoes
Queens of Nubians and Anglos
Geometric shapes and angles.
Off my index Asian Princess
Fair and modest Aztec Goddess
Pyramids of love and lust
Metaphors could not discuss.
Love triangles with myself,
The Most-High, and Population.
Hope you give consideration
To my Sainthood application.
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