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Coyote Ugly
Once the bombs fall and the bullets fly
It’s time to get out of there
There is no diplomacy
There is no law to abide by
There is no process to follow
The instincts to stay alive kick in
While some lost limbs under the train
Others go through desert at night
Trying to avoid the blistering sun
Dying of thirst
looking at plastic gallons of water
spilled on upon the earth
Their vision escaping
Their mission seeming hopeless
As border patrol is approaching…
“Let’s have another round of shots”
A man tells his friends at the club
“It’s payday, it’s Friday
And we can have all the drinks we want”
They howl amidst the loud music…
But the coyotes are unpredictable
Sometimes they rape the women
After all, who would they go to?
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He’s now worth 200 billion!
Good for him, living the dream
While others struggle to get a drink
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