So protesters can build walls if they please,
but can you divide Tex from Mex with such ease?
How do you separate the nacho from the cheese,
the pico from the gallo,
tortilla from the chips,
peppery tequila from the lips,
salty lime from a Latina's kiss?
If people want to fuse
that's exactly what they'll do,
and eventually the protesters
will just wear out their shoes.

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