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El Mexicano

with music by Paul Oss

 Leopold McGinnis
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El Mexicano
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Leopold started this whole Red Fez thing. Where it stops, nobody knows. If you liked this, I've also written five books, which you can see on...read more my profile. Also, you've got some mustard on your collar. No...no problem. Anytime. Gotta be careful with the mustard.
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El Mexicano
*From Leopold's latest book of Poetry, Zeus and the Giant Iced Tea.*

He was a mad Mexican
with gatling guns for fists
And each fist shot a bottle
of hyper-agitated Corona
into the many faces of evil

Yes.
With his guitar
he descended upon this troubled town
and soothed the hearts of angry men
Shaded all the young girls
from the heat of the sun
with his forty foot wide
sombrero

And what
you may ask
did he keep under his sombrero?
Whysecrets, of course!

Some say in there he kept
a giant bottle of tequila so pure
it would give the devil himself heartburn
Others say he kept the photo
of his one true love
for whom he endlessly scours
the four deserts
I prefer to think
its where he puts all
the dumb questions people ask
about what he keeps under his sombrero

Si,
He was a mad Mexican
with gatling guns for fists
And each fist shot a bottle
of hyper-agitated Corona
into the many faces of evil

He was a mad Mexican
with a heart the size of a gourd
And if you keep your eyes on the horizon
If you keep the fluttering butterflies
of hope high in your chest
someday youll see his silhouette
rising with the sun over that hill in the distance
coming to a troubled town near you

Dont be depressed
sad
mad
or distressed
El Mexicano is coming.
El Mexicano is coming.
El Mexicano is here.

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  27 months ago
ps Also loved the guitar.
  27 months ago
Gatling guns for fists, super agitated Coronas!

Those butterflies in his chest are Monarchs, dwindling in number but still motivating mad, bad Mexicans.

Enjoyed the ride, Señor. Pero el X no es X. Es H. Bit I imagine you already knew that.
  29 months ago
Que bonito!
  2 years ago
"I prefer to think it's where he puts all the dumb questions people ask..." Yeah!
  3 years ago
Dean and Jack Keroauc south of the border escaping from that whore house!
  3 years ago · in response to Steven Gulvezan

    Thanks Steve. This is one of my personal favourites. It came to me by magic one day and was the first of many poems subtly inspired by beers that I wrote.
  3 years ago
With gatling guns for fists and a sombrero as big as a tall tale of the old Southwest...El Mexicano is coming! Well done, LM and PO!