Olé! Olé!
shouts El Chapo,
prison escapee
on the lam from Mexico,
riding a burro
to San Francisco,
that sanctuary city
by the Bay, where
the local gendarmes
are free to let him go
and drive a food truck
and sell tacos,
heroin and cocaine
until Congress decides
illegal immigrants are on
a path to citizenship
which could happen
unless The Donald,
our new John Wayne,
locks up El Chapo and
shouts Olé! Olé!
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Bravo, bravo, amigo!