Jennifer Hanebuth Poet I do not know?

Mexico Hurt My Soul

strip club in mexico
i went there today
didn't have a drink
or time to think
my heart
it just
wouldn't get past
the fast fickle lust
it would not let me think
thought i might bust
and break into
a teary sobbing lake
at that time

i feel regret
i let
my friend pay a girl
to go out back
and give herself away
twenty dollars was all she was
worth to him
maybe i can just buy new friends
the ones i have right now
drive me to want to
be much better than 
they are
complaining forever
again and again and again
about the little luxuries they
live without
while we weld a fence of steel
to keep these desperate
imigrants out
of our country
land of the free 
home of the brave
home of slaves
to greed 
false sense of need
uncaring and selfish

well i won't reserve
this love
for a dollar sign
they don't deserve 
if they have to pay
for a body like mine
i'm not that way anymore
not that kind
of way and 
nothing and no one
for

mexico
i went there today
was a standing witness
to true blue desperate
and quiet 
fake bliss
will i go there again
don't think i will
just build this fence
and go home
back to south dakota
because i just want to be done
the us army isn't always
much fun
mexico isn't what it's cracked up to be
but sometimes
neither is the land of the brave
and the home of the free

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