At the request of some of my readers, no offense to Mr. Immigration or traditionalists. Created for the BPS reading at Sunny Side Cafe, Winter 2006.
Today I broke the law again
I jumped a fence, to become a terrorist
Illegal citizen of love, citizen of world
With a passport from the skies
Serving, white faces in English sounds
This is my American nightmare,
I lost my friend the poet,
the book man, the musician
they found scarce drops of inspiration
in my world
ruled by victorious demons
With dark brain corners of ambition
Surrounded by beautiful pagan witches,
Ugly protestant princesses,
Evil doer princes, honest and ethical liberal pirates,
Where my heroes,
those who love
with no religion or state
always die at the end
Today they slapped me in the other cheek again
Those politicians preaching on sunday
the words, of a poor, illegal, colored men, called Jesus Christ,
They self fulfilled the prophecy of my
sons and daughter
poor creatures of unskilled brains with pregnant bellies
Dark angels of vengeance, surrounded by clouds
Of racism, prejudice, police brutality, chemical
Compenents that make your brain go, wiwi wiw,
Weee.. Reservations, ghettoes, trash cans and nintendos and MTV
Yes, MTV, the ultimate source of intellectual inspiration
Sad brown stories in the world of white lies
Time bombs at the verge of explotion
Because the American god never sat in their poor classrooms
Fill with frustrated teachers with monolingual diseases,
the American god never chilled in the back of the rooms
He was chatting martini evangelicals, Abercrombie liberals
Soldiers of peace killing afganis
While starving Americans
Coffe table Marxists discussion philosophy
While driving SUV's
Suburbian anarchist
Planning the next trip to baja
college poets
Screaming nonsense methapors at an open mic.
Ethnoracial pentagon, white, black, brown, red, yellow
You brought me here to build a fence to keep me out.
Because I'm taking the jobs,
The jobs that many defenseless American are just dying to take
The 100 degree sun of the eastern Oregon
The almost to zero degrees in the mountains of Washington
And the late night graveyard shift
So let me sip on my beer, payed with my American money
It wasn't the taxes, the welfare, or the government
It was the arduous work, underpayment, and the lord
Castigous corpus meo
Get out of my face mr. immigration
I have, few afghans to kill for a scholarship
Few toiles to clean,
A restaurants to mop
A afamily to feed
and a 3000 mile fence to build,
just to keep me out
Today I broke the law again
I jumped a fence, to become a terrorist
Illegal citizen of love, citizen of world
With a passport from the skies
Serving, white faces in English sounds
This is my American nightmare,
I lost my friend the poet,
the book man, the musician
they found scarce drops of inspiration
in my world
ruled by victorious demons
With dark brain corners of ambition
Surrounded by beautiful pagan witches,
Ugly protestant princesses,
Evil doer princes, honest and ethical liberal pirates,
Where my heroes,
those who love
with no religion or state
always die at the end
Today they slapped me in the other cheek again
Those politicians preaching on sunday
the words, of a poor, illegal, colored men, called Jesus Christ,
They self fulfilled the prophecy of my
sons and daughter
poor creatures of unskilled brains with pregnant bellies
Dark angels of vengeance, surrounded by clouds
Of racism, prejudice, police brutality, chemical
Compenents that make your brain go, wiwi wiw,
Weee.. Reservations, ghettoes, trash cans and nintendos and MTV
Yes, MTV, the ultimate source of intellectual inspiration
Sad brown stories in the world of white lies
Time bombs at the verge of explotion
Because the American god never sat in their poor classrooms
Fill with frustrated teachers with monolingual diseases,
the American god never chilled in the back of the rooms
He was chatting martini evangelicals, Abercrombie liberals
Soldiers of peace killing afganis
While starving Americans
Coffe table Marxists discussion philosophy
While driving SUV's
Suburbian anarchist
Planning the next trip to baja
college poets
Screaming nonsense methapors at an open mic.
Ethnoracial pentagon, white, black, brown, red, yellow
You brought me here to build a fence to keep me out.
Because I'm taking the jobs,
The jobs that many defenseless American are just dying to take
The 100 degree sun of the eastern Oregon
The almost to zero degrees in the mountains of Washington
And the late night graveyard shift
So let me sip on my beer, payed with my American money
It wasn't the taxes, the welfare, or the government
It was the arduous work, underpayment, and the lord
Castigous corpus meo
Get out of my face mr. immigration
I have, few afghans to kill for a scholarship
Few toiles to clean,
A restaurants to mop
A afamily to feed
and a 3000 mile fence to build,
just to keep me out
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