That sticky mucky feeling
Like when you finish off taffy
The smell of dirt and must
Through the open window which
They call air-conditioning
Beat up billboards that haven’t been changed
Since the eighties
Ghettos before paradise
Children hanging half way out of buses
Others pawning for pesos after washing
Your windshield with dirty water.
Desperate, skinny, starving…
Or just cunning and crafty,
One thing’s for sure
Don’t drink the water.
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