There is no place like America
It is not hot like Manila
The parks are bigger and
Clean
The food is cheap and
The snow is smooth
To my cheeks
I like the work here
In dollars I earn
I like Disneyland and
Las Vegas
I like the independent lifestyle here
*(when the truth is he misses
the Philippines, the paradise, the maids who
cook for her, the tropical weather, the
easy lifestyle, & he has yet to earn more
money in the US to pay off his debts home)
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