Miami

Miami is a Bitch.

Art Deco-Plastic-Low-Class-Hive

built over a Swamp!

It's not the hurricanes.

It's not the bugs.

It's not the heat,

It's not the floods.

It's the Gente!

They are like Alligators in the Glades.

Waiting, preying, consuming, and feigning--

Always be on your Guard.

They

Turn right on the left,

Left on the right,

They collide, Univited, and say:

No Se Habla Ingles.

Aqui hablamos Espanol, Papi!

The cortadito is great,

The food is a delight,

But arrogance and aggression Reign supreme

Like the steaming humidity in the Sun.

And  don't Ignore the politicians--

Bro!

Miami is a Beech.

She makes me feel unwelcomed--

Like a Balsero.