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by Ian

 

Tacos can or cannot be poems.
It just depends on who's making them.
Sometimes they can be amazing,
and other times...not so much.
Some don't have much in them,
others are filled to the point where ingredients are falling out.
And that is one reason why I love tacos.

Tacos can or cannot be famous.
It just depends on who's around them.
They seem normal when in a taco truck,
and they seem like gourmet when in Hollywood.
They seem like a small snack in normal houses,
and they seem like a brunch item in mansions.
And that's another reason why I love tacos.
 
You know, tacos can be anything, really.
It just depends on who's stretching a taco's limits.
Some people think tacos are nowadays the main source of food,
others think they can become the main source of fuel,
and others still can think of more outrageous ideas.
I'm one of them.
I think tacos can end wars.
Just make a few tacos,
put 'Peace' on the shell in taco sauce,
and give it to your enemy.
If you have one, of course.

 

 

Written in Response to “Valentine for Ernest Mann” by Naomi Shihab Nye