Kit showed up to school one day
With paper and pen in hand
He headed straight to the counselor’s office
Looking for Mexicans
He noticed under their registration
Social security numbers did not exist
Easy to find the undocumented
So in no time he made a list
He had no government issued weapon
He drove no truck colored green
Kit was nice as teacher
But as a cop was mean
While his cop friends worked the river
Hiding out to catch the wets
Kit spoke with the other teachers
And soon they were placing bets
In one day I can promise
To the others did he proclaim
I will catch more illegals
And me you’ll soon be paying
One, two, three,
Hundreds did he soon find
Went straight to their homes
And now in hundreds he was up to nine
Another day in the classroom
Kit Karma went home to rest
He counted all his money
His Mexican daughter tattooed on his chest
(You have to have read “Kit Karma” to get the full gist of this poem. It is part of a series)
