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I Lost My Green Card

The immigration is coming for me I live in a two bedroom house with eight other families We will be deported, this process includes a meal, so our stomachs will be full I dream at night for beans, rice and burritos I cook my burritos in fat, heavy lard I check my pockets, now I'm worried, I think I lost my green card I have gas and burps because of the food I want to make bambinos, but the senora is not in the mood She's not ready, she says I'm pushing too hard Now she's mad, flushes my wallet down the toilet, there goes my green card Now rice and beans will be my meals three times a day The immigration is the predator and I'm the prey I sneak through a hole in the fence This shows the border patrol is incompetent I am again caught and sent back across the border I will miss the reruns of Law and Order Sam Waterson can't win a case, what a retard This all goes back to when I lost my green card

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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