Chamaco's dragon loves tamales,
breathes half-ass fire, suffers from insomnia,
is deftly afraid of fear,
digs a hole in Casa Chica
thinking that's the way to Yale---
but it's the padlock company instead.
His spiny back
is full of smoky phlegm.
When he says I am I am,
you know he is he is.
Oh, how, the knot on his neck
disfigures and delights.