Chicano Poet

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

When The Phone The Rings

when the phone rings
it’s telemarketers from Mars

their little green lips
offer red dust

cheap robotic explorers
from Russia

no one's heard about
I tell them no

I’ve got plenty
of red dust

and space robots
well I have no place to put them

still they say
thank you for your time

them Martians seem polite
but in person I’m sure they’re slimy

and smell bad
their ray guns cocked


At 10:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like this poem. Great.

E. Bernal

At 12:49 AM, Blogger RC said...



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