Sunday, March 31, 2024

 The Mexican Sun

Beat on my head 
like a bad rap song 
I steered clear of it
Wherever I could
sidewalks with shade
Various shadows of palm trees
Or street lights
Dark churches I avoided though
Hell will be even hotter!
I should have gotten down on my red knees
and prayed for help
but instead
I went with 50+ lotion
Two times a day
Jesus, they said, could walk on water!
But only because no running at the pool?
I got a margarita and sat smoking a cig watching the street dogs
Sleep in a shady spot
On the sidewalk