El Pocho Chicano y El Gacho Maniobra
(hay los que luchan toda la vida, Brecht)
At times the only chance you have--it's not easy
so you go becoming a part of it (oh well)
who else gonna go down to the trenches of hell?
the price of a purchase, the petty disasters
imagine how they are in the bedroom, the best?
I doubt it. Have you heard his Spanglish, it's rehearsed.
It has neither the eagerness of a Pocho
nor the chance Chicanos could recognize Ocho
because counting past 1 is atrocious again...
Oh how unsatisfying to know a Gacho
El tipo who'd sell the last dress off of Glamour
SPitting on a martyr a compromised regret
like these old Putos who eat cake with the Monster
and ask for their honor on a silver platterThis Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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