Chicano Poet

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Magic Carpet Ride

Flying over the barrio
on my magic carpet.

I got pulled over
by Homeland Security.

I look too Arab
and they’ve soiled their pants

before they realize
I’m just a Mexican.

I pick up sexy gringas
but they want to vacuum my carpet.

Hey what happened to Chavez Ravine,
they’ve turned the shacks into a parking lot.

I fly too low
and the cops shoot holes in my rug.

The blacks don’t want me
flying over their spiffy ghetto.

Even on a magic carpet
I’m still a Mexican to everyone.


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