when a mexican poet
crosses the border north,
policy of free
(stay at home, your home town,
i will send macdonald to you,
a pizza hot,
....other chains of restaurants
and crazy shops for crazy lazie dizzi easy fasi people....) -
it is not plesant at
to cross the desert
the human desert
the discomfort zone
with sweat mixed with fear....
and her starts the sarcasm....
sweat soft dready dishi sashi sleep
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