Miss Brazil

Artemio’s compadre & comrade Ernesto Cardenal
once asked, rhetorically, of course,
“ and you, what do you want.

To go to bed with Miss Sweden or Miss Brazil?”
If Artemio had a choice
he would chose Miss Brazil,

if she was nice and brown,
if she came with money or land.
Or, at least, a mother worth looking at.

He’d take her for a ride
in his punch-you-in-face-blue GTO,
stick shift, kickass motor,

never mind the bleeping polease,
dem hillbilly texas cops always eating
BBQ donuts at Deputy Dog’s Donert Shoppe.

Yes, indeed, Artemio would chose Miss Brazil’s
sculptured body, marvelous breasts,
and those beautiful buns,

but, most of all, Artemio would chose Miss Brazil
because of the cute way she says
she’ll work for world peace if she wins.