Chamaco 1950s

Chamaco crash-landed on your planet
and to repair his ship

he must assume your identities
as illegal as that seems

the real yous
must dwell in caves for now

the sheriff is on a wild-goose chase
out in the desert

and only Republicans still insist
I am a meteor

I am bug-eyed
and Chicano

I must look out
for my kind

as soon as I have fixed
my ship

I will give this planet
the slip

and you can go back to being
the real you---

if you can
stand it