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I am a legal alien, I keep my papers on my body, in my home and car
Yet you think you can see through deception, in triplicate
You are terrified, you believe quite rightly
For you’re afraid I’ve come in my hunger and penury
To marry your daughter and rape your land
Or rape your daughter and Maryland
You cannot balk me with your paperwork
I will bury you with mine
My poems will populate the Union
—those wordy dark bastards defiling
the lily white page—and they will work cheap
* Immigration and Customs Enforcement
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