Chicano Poet

Friday, July 21, 2023

Token


She said, “ I feel brand new.”

After she left me


Took all my cash

Gave me a rash


She said she felt like a new car

She didn’t look new from afar


Took my leather jacket

That was her racket


Took her mouth for granted

I sure didn’t plan it


Sure had our fights

Sure had our nights


The world ain’t perfect you know

Describe the fight blow by blow


Life is just a token 

Of what can be broken



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