| Mexican Heaven : A Racist Poem |
8/28/2007 |
by Jon
The darkness it comes
A storm cloud breaking fast
I re-live my better days
Both coming and passed
I hold my head skyward
My body seems to fly
I hold the hand of my lovely
As I now must die….
What the fuck is going on here
This place smells like shit
Why’s it so hot here?
These facts don’t quite fit
The pearly gates look all rusted
St. Peters got no teeth
And the first question he popped
Was Chicken or Beef?
I tried to get answers
But everyone’s asleep
The men look so tired
The women, so cheap
There’s fucking dogs everywhere
None of them sterile
And much like the Children
They’ve all gone feral
What the balls if going on here
For God’s heaven sake!
Only Cerveza? No beer!?
There’s been a mistake
Was this the afterlife
For which I was destined?
God this isn’t right
I’m in Mexican Heaven
Lord is this the hell
You long to put me in
To pay for my crimes
And unearthly sin?
Is this the reminder that I shall never win
Being clothed in a poncho to spit in a tin
Well this Sucks God
Nothing could have been harder
So fuck your stupid judgment
I’m jumping the border
I’m taking my dog and my illegitimate daughter
To where the walls are cleaner and angels are hotter
Where I can find a nice cloud and still drink the water
I’ll kidnap a boy and claim I’m his father
Cause in this Mexican heaven I have no shot
Everyone says “si, si, si,”
But I don’t see what
One more day in this heat? I think not
Time to shit in the desert or get off the pot
I’ll find my true heaven
Through hell or high glory
Or spend the rest of my bitter days
In Mexican Purgatory
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