Everything Tastes Like Chicken

A cheap Dodge with plastic spoiler…
A pile of fruit on plastic covered crates….
No dogs here, but they’re around…
Motley, subdued, looking for food…
A three year old walks slowly, by herself
Through the market…no one pays much
Attention…it’s ok to be alive here….
Quesadillas for dinner…fifty cent apiece…
No conversation, but lots of flies…
I like the flies….they keep civilization at bay…
No mi gusta civilization….it makes me shudder…
No one holds the law here, so people are nice…
You have to be cool, or someone might want
To stick a knife in you….really, they’d rather
Sing, dance, eat tamales, be happy drunk…
The perfect philosophy the French aspire to…
A simple life is great…I had a fast car,
Out ran the cops, I don’t miss it….
Pass the chicken…