Machismo
The Mexican restaurant faucet is a menace.
His favorite hobby is to spit at women.
Cover them in liquids,
Highlighting their liquor,
I turn him down, aware of his games.
He gurgles
And he growls below me.
Like the simple handle is he.
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Mi Fiesta Mexicana!!!!!! Arriba! Muchacha! Espaldas! Caderas! Oleeeeeeeeeé!
That’s exactly what the faucet said. How did you know?
clever!
Wonderful poem illustrating how everything is a personal relationship in our head!