Far From Mexico

Just sharing an experience.

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.