Dead Mexican Fathers----Posted on Myspace. Look at me, With my dead Mexican father. Don't say you know, About Mexican men, Who break laws. Languish on systems Not meant for anyone, But you. I know Mexican From Colorado, New Mexico, California. Suave and neatly tucked Into groomed containers, Bent over in harvest for Future generations. Look at my men: Brown all over, And speaking English Better than you. In full rebel gear, Laughing at lies And the history Of poor Mexican peasants. Meant to do everything, Too quiet to move. Taking on the suit, And posture of here. Don't tell me something You don't know. I have a dead Mexican father. And that's all I need to know.