Mexico, you misunderstood nation
of aloe vera waters and aztec
ruins. Of sweet discotecha flirtation,
thou were a peso-less and cal-less trek
that beatdown the Gaybois triumvirate.
But from Manny to Gonzalez, tacos
to aliens, warm stadium sobered
Doubt and we all got bit, Geraldo love-bit
and itched us out of stormy summer lows.
Buenos noches cup noodle and beach turd.

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