They’ll say I’m not Real, not Genuine

Pa-pumping the accordionists for a Dime

to sing the same old standards, bésame
NO. Te digo que NO! y persistes.

Lo escribiré y nunca me lo olvido.

Seized up by my Boot Straps American,
Learned in the Senses of United States,
A whatchamacallit democracy

Where Laissez Faire made the Mold it patterned

as horses of the imagination
corralled, enclosed, domesticated, strapped
disastrously to a never-ending

death unkilled LIVE LOVE memorialized

with Intricate Muse Brush Strokes by a rhyme.