Jorge is drunk
again grumbling on
about the Texaco down the road
and the paycheck burning up in the heart of his old Chevy.

He's real worked up.

He says,
America owes me a cheap tank o gas!
As a back-breakin,
law-abidin citizen,
America owes me a cheap tank o gas.
Then he spills his liquor on
Tara's dress,
and fouls the air with a belch.

Jorge has never seen
the eagle choke on the atmosphere,
the Alaskan grizzly grin as he snacks
on petroleum fish.
But even still, America owes him
a cheap tank of gas.
As a back-breaking, tax-paying, law-abiding
America owes Jorge a cheap tank of gas.

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