Chicano Poet

Thursday, October 05, 2017

Barrio Blues

One morning Sobaco's balls sagged
like American democracy
the Bill of Rights stirred itself in semen
the Statue of Liberty
breathed a sigh of relief
before it went back to sucking on Sobaco's soul
you see America ain't that bad at all
there's still a slight hope
inside those purple mountain majesties
well maybe not on the Westside
but elsewhere yes elsewhere
Sobaco wakes up from the American Dream
the barrio is so real it hurts
the barrio pokes a finger in Sobaco's face
the barrio spits on Sobaco
Sobaco smiles and cries
" Oh, my lovely barrio,
how can I live without you?"