Minutmen Poetry Monday

Courtesy of Pedro's finest.

I Felt Like A Gringo

a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -

obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs)

slept on a mexican beach,

slept in trash

(american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time.

I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won"

I said "the election?" he laughed

and I felt like a gringo

we paid for a song and they had fun with us.

why can't you buy a good time?
why are there soldiers in the streets?
why did I spend the fourth
in someone else's country?