Chicano Poet

Thursday, June 09, 2016

My Kind Of Life

I am my own worst enemy
drinking from empty beer cans to make sure
getting my foot run over
by my own Ford Falcon
one of the cylinders
tasting like an ex-girlriend's ass

I flush my jeans down the toilet
swear I'll kill anybody
who tells me
laundry's not done like pearls

my diabetic granddaughter
lies on the top bunk
intoxicated with Vines
all's right with the world


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