Patrolling the border
is like drinking Tequila
in a sieve.
It's not only useless
but counterproductive
to employ
uniformed guardians
that aren't Yankee angels
and would be more effective
as masons and I don't mean Franc.
Well, ok gardeners,
city sweepers, tile layers,
housekeepers, food servers.
How about some cilantro
& a pinch of grass
in your Taco, hombre!
And if they must be jailed
we send them to Mexico
and pay for their room &
board in pesos.
Hey gringos, get a life!
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