Far From Mexico

Just off Ohio, following the wind,
Past the China-man restaurant
Where fools shell out
After cooking their own food,
There’s a place,
A place that waste
Three thousand square-feet
Of windy Chicago,
A place Mexico would not
Call compañero de armas.
In my world
Poverty is impetus
That chiseled man.
It is hard
To stomach Chilangos
With second-rated 
Refried bean and totopos.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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December 6, 2011 at 12:43 PM
I think you meant "totopos"....the tortilla chips often served with salsas, pico de gallo, refried beans, and other things. And I sometimes find Chilangos (natives of Mexico City) hard to stomach in other settings as well. Your poem does have a certain down to earth flavor to it and I did enjoy it.
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