"rubbing my bald spots"

Floating on weary nights

Surfing past neon bars and

O

b Street

e Lights.

l

i

s

k

They shroud the

City

Like some night

I might.

But that's not today

And I hope like that it stays.

I was born into this Chili-Pot

Culture, which means

I was born

Two years

too late.

So, Bar Keep!, I says,

Gimme a three-in-one,

Straight.

I've had too many rocks in my shoes

To have them sitting in my drinks.

But Nope. Not tonight, Pal.

I'm sorry your sorrows just ain't that great...

Its nothing against you,

You was just born

Two years

Too

late.

-Mario ViraLOBOS, II