MIGRA AGENTS ON
THE DANCE FLOOR



The beautiful semblance of Diaz
Disappeared when her computer
Began to beep
The sweet voice instructing
“You can sign it when you get home”
Was juxtaposed with a serious look
As she wrote in the hunter orange slip
She looked disappointed
This was a sentimental paradox

The dance floor
Looks like a
Drive in

Hearvey
He looks like
He has a great
Guitar player inside

Cinson
Sent me away
She didn’t want me
Near her

But Mendoza
Sent me back to her

Then she apologized
She said she was sorry

Guerrero feels like family
Even though he went for the shakedown
He only found pesos in my wallet
He said those were no good
He promptly gave my billfold back
Perhaps Euros
Will make a better impression

The couple with the ICE
On their shirts
Looked like PK’s
I wanted to talk to them
But Guerrero did not think
It was a good idea
Perhaps soon
We can have
A HOT cup of coffee together

When they opened
The trunk of the gray compact car
A lot people
Were pulled out

Sardines look
More comfortable
In their cans

The migras laughed
At them
But I don’t think
Near death experiences
Are something to laugh about

I wondered if this hit
Has anything to do with
The noisy
Mexican White Commandoes