Write it Down Poetas y Chingones

As I was saying, the sole tragedy

There is or could ever be is the death

Of the imagination.  The Inner Stir

of Emotional grandeur. Ah,Vallejo,

de Beber. Y sus santos por donde iba,

he traveled in the company of musas.

It so Happens to be a Code Switch,

Espanglish. Don’t you see Poetry

is running like water from the garden

hose. Go and turn it Down. Stop Waste.
Don’t you see how many more Songs

you might have Worded by now!

Callase, quit Leaking all your Language.

Write it Down Poetas y Chingones