I saw a cat litter spoon today in

Tijuana,

Walking down the street.

I took my seat

In the screaming

Machine;

I drank my fill of joyful

Dreaming

from the forbidden

Tambourine;

The diamonds in this city are not

Hidden; they are

Sucio,

And mean.

Funortunately, our hotel is quite

Serious,

And clean.

But I need to know:

Is this Food Not Bombs, or

Rude Hot Moms?

I prefer my Rude Hot Bombs unrated.

My food, not moms,

Sedated.

I wish I shoulda waited.

The missing persons list is faded.

Connect me to my wife eye!

My soul needs

Salivation;

Your esteemed propina is my living,

My bonito motivation.

The Vatos have gone loco.

I'm afraid of me, 

Un poco.

The streets are full of gatos

Drinking mice and eating

Cocoa.

7.27.26
Tijuana, Mexico

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