Endless tables
spewing debauchery,
mountains of tequila bottles
piled half-empty & empty,
faces lying in ***** & nuts,
bodies strewn about
in various
poses of comprehension.
Guys in the alley
stood in a long line
for the ******
standing, her hands
against the wall.
The Federales seemed
as bewildered
as the frolicking public
& the drunk gringos
having a ball
listening to mariachis.
They had duct tape
holding their guns together,
that was surreal.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Endless tables
spewing debauchery,
mountains of tequila bottles
piled half-empty & empty,
faces lying in ***** & nuts,
bodies strewn about
in various
poses of comprehension.
Guys in the alley
stood in a long line
for the ******
standing, her hands
against the wall.
The Federales seemed
as bewildered
as the frolicking public
& the drunk gringos
having a ball
listening to mariachis.
They had duct tape
holding their guns together,
that was surreal.
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