Cook-Out (Puro Pore) - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Fried chicken livers on my plate,
sweet breads and kidneys don't be late.
these are the goodies we're cooking for you,
here in the back yard, got cold beer too.
rice and beans and chicken so nice,
we're turning the wings, the legs, and the thighs.
don't let them burn, close it up fast,
once they are done they aren't gonna last..
and the potato salad, lets get on the ball,
and the pico de gayo, plenty for all.
don't forget the tortillas and the sausage too,
Nobody goes hungry, nobody's blue,
now bring out the guitars, and lets sing some songs,
out in the backyard, God it's been so long.
pop me a cold one, i'm on my way,
I'll be there soon, coming home to stay.
4/26/10 29 palms ca.
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