Every day in Mexico,
I eat my chocolate bread.
Every sun that climbs and goes,
Hears Maya in my head.
Every word in Mexican,
Says I Mexi-can't,
Says I Mexi-can't,
But through every rhyme my chocolate bread,
Feeds my Mayan rant.
I'm a Mayan poet,
A master of apostrophe,
Every day a metaphor,
Comes from Him to me.
He knows I'm a Mayan poet,
Of this 20th Century,
He also knows I'll follow his road,
to my final Destiny.
