The Border State (2016)

There’s a cardboard moon
in the barrio,
and mechanical sparrows
in plastic trees
 
But the wise guys
still speak Spanish,
and the burritos
drip their cheese
 
It’s a chess game
for your soul,
it’s a hopscotch
rigamarole
 
The tears of conscience
turn like a faucet,
the family has daughters
but no eses
 
Blood and water
sell at a discount,
piss goes for wine
at the border
 
It’s a chess game
for your soul,
it’s a hopscotch
rigamarole
 
Rhyme can’t 
disguise nonsense,
but it sure makes
it sweet
 
Hidalgo can rap
with a blade up his sleeve,
and walk backwards
with sidewinding feet
 
It’s a chess game
for your soul,
it’s a hopscotch
rigamarole
 
Elephants and donkeys
have taken over the zoo,
feed peanuts and provender
to me and you
 
You can’t get out 
if you want to, Slate,
there are guards on the line
in this border state
 
It’s a chess game
for your soul,
it’s a hopscotch
rigamarole

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