A Little Too Far South

A Little Too Far South by edgardo59

“Went a little too far south was all he could say”
As he clutched his beer like a baby a bottle
The f-ing Mexican cops beat me like a damn drum
Right in front of my daughter, They didn’t break anything
But I was left feeling kind of numb. Sort of next to dead
The SOB’s
They didn’t have to do that

They took me to the bridge said “Gringo get home”
Forget about your daughter she Mexicana now.
Threw me some pesos after robbing me of a thousand
American ones

“How old is your daughter?”
She’s only 12, and here mother’s a whore
And a lying c__t, she cheated on me every chance she got.
But I would always take her back

Followed her back to Matamoros
What it came down to at the end
Was that she didn’t want to go back
Mississippi was too damn cold
She missed the Spanish tongue

She lost her job
But I was making enough for the both of us
Wasn’t that. It was just she was already gone south
That is, in her mind
Did she love me? Can’t really say.
She was that kind of woman, you never knew.
She could sure make love, but you never knew if it was with you
Or some Mexican buck back across the border
That she had really never left behind

“You know I’m not one to give advice
But these days not even Mexicans cross the river south
Less they can’t avoid it.
And then they scurry from hole to hole like rabbits
Or like moles.
If the wolves don’t get you then the coyotes just might
Even the dogs will gnaw at your bones, at least get in a bite.

And besides down there money is like meat
And a gringo is a full meal deal
And a Mexican, well he’s just a snack.

So what you doing still here?
How you getting your daughter back.
No money, no home, spending the night at the mission
Listen Amigo, there’s only one thing that gets the attention
Of a Mexican
That’s money.
If you don’t have that, you got nothing
No one’s going to listen, or pay attention
They’ll slam the door, they’ll shine you on
Take what little you have left.
Shake their heads at your foolish white ass
And say:Not really my problem, my good friend
Adios y bye-bye

By the way what do you do for money
When your working that is?
Any work in Mississipp?

Not that much, but I could always get one
Not a car I can’t fix, or a plant I can’t run
Good with my hands
I could handle it all and then some

I was more than a glorified handy man
I was the go-to- guy.

You say you talked to ICE and the FBI
All of the Federal alphabet soup guys?
Then you know Homeland Security is right up the street
You know then what they are there for
Not to help
They’ll search your baby for bombs and
Scare you half to death
As far as getting your little girl back
Buddy, they could care less.
Your on your own

You go back to Mexico
If you want to wind up dead
That’s whats waiting for you there
Go home, get back on your feet.
Think straight, don’t lose your head
I mean that literally

Another sad tale scraped up from the street.
I wish him well along with the rest of suffering humanity.
Bobbing in barquitos (little boats) on a sea of madness
(What else would you call it)?

Praying we don’t sink.
Bendiciones a la gente Mexicana
And of The United States