A POEM TO MIGRA BROWN
Mr. Migra Brown
You are a good man
And I understand
Your reluctance
Keep in mind that
Hesitation will
Not get you far
Consider what happened
With your subordinate
The stupid-skinny kid
With an idiot’s face
He’s not only
A mentiroso-maricon
But he could hurt himself
At the job
Or hurt others
Like you
There’s no need
To withhold his name
One of your partners
Told me his name anyways
I just thought that
Since you have a
Cool name
I think Brown is cool
And your always watchful
Silent and diligent
You know….
You have the virtues
A big brother has
Virtues that can be used
To correct
That fucking imbecile
Your country can use
Those precise talents
Those gifts
That you possess
Just think about this…
I am not telling you
To do anything
But if you see
Your partner
About to fall
In a whole
Wouldn’t you warn him?
You know
Like in a band of brothers
Right?
If your little friend
Is walking crooked
And he’s about to
Step on a mine
Wouldn’t you
Yell at him:
STOP?
I would
And I have
A peaceful easy feeling
That you would too
I am a lover of humanity
And I know
You have gentle
Kind and wholesome
Feelings too
Oh my God!
And what’s
The deal with
The other migra guy
Walking-Horse or
Working-Horse
Or whatever his name is
I afraid he might be deaf
No wonder cowboys
Use riatas
And espuelas
And capan a sus caballos
Oh and Migra PAGAN!
It might be a good idea
To tell him to relax
To convert
To become Catholic
EXERCICE
Think that
If you don’t
Do it
You’ll die
Prematurely
Odds are against
Sedentary folks
If you don’t care
About yourself
Then think
About your
Love ones
They need you
Healthy & alive
After awhile
It becomes
A good habit
Avoid gyms
Too many germs
Open air
Is much better
Bicycling is fun
But depending
On your country
It could be dangerous
WalKing is the best!
Walking is safe
Walking is lovely
Walking is life
