Calaca Poem by G J Salgado

I see you laughing at me
I hear you whispering about me
You think you're better than me
What if I see you at night in a vacant alley
Meet me in the dark on a dirt road then we'll see

When your insults start to linger
You can't escape your fear
You won't forget my danger
Pointing your fingers
How about I break those fingers

You opened the box
When the box was closed
Now you're in the box
But nobody knows
It's getting close
You should've wiped your nose
Shouldn't have ripped your clothes
Watch your blood in the wind as it blows
Cracked bones touching head to toe

They should know they never broke me
Now you wish I would've wrote you
You should've never spoke you see
Your own words took a swing at me
Now no one else is even gonna save you
Worry about saving yourself from me
Because nobody gives a damn about you
Will you have what it takes to survive me

You thought the joke was on me
But you don't see me laughing
I get back on my feet quickly
Just a taste of gasoline
It's all too tempting
Pouring down rain glycerine

Bank's made its first deposit
I said I wasn't done yet
Your skeletons are still in the closet
Put them in a suitcase then forget
Box them up and watch them get wet

You thought you buried me
Until I put you in a box
It wasn't as easy as you thought
Now we'll talk
Let's take a walk
Feet's kicking rocks
What are we talking about; I forgot

I thought I had your word
But your words became slurred
The words and thoughts get blurred
You gave such a nice speech begging from beneath the dirt

But it's the taste that's so sweet
Bitter revenge between my teeth
Enriched soil beneath my feet
Buried skeletons underneath the streets

You once owned the property but you never bought it
You're so damn dumb you barely even thought it
Had someone else to do the thinking; you bit
Taking the bite from the hand that fed it
Eating up all of the
narcotics
Everything's in your name but you haven't bought it

You can't be trusted or left alone
You can't even breathe on your own
Spending the money but you can't get a loan
You don't even own your own home

Not even a trust fund baby
You're too spent and lazy
Not a worthy lady
It's got you by the throat; it's fuzzy
You can't breathe and life's hazy
Now you really think I'm crazy

I've lined up all of the borders
My pocket judge signed the asset forfeiture seizure order
Looks like your mom bought your house with drug money
Too much laughing at my expense; now nothing else is funny
You hit the ground so hard from the fall
Feds snooping while I'm sleeping
Did some digging and found drugs between the walls
All the secrets your family's been keeping

They've found their way back through
It was always meant to be
Karma has a way of coming around to find you
No matter what anyone else believes

It's all been a part of your disease
Hanging from the noose upon your family tree
When the nightmares haunt your dreams
Scrubbing your skin with acid but it cannot become clean
Spilled upon the hands of Latin Priests
Painted on the faces of avenged Latino Kings and Native beasts
This is the World of Skeleton Queens