Charming Hostess
Klezsex
(My greenhorn cousin came to me, beautiful,
with cheeks like red oranges,
eyes like heaven in the springtime,
and feet that wanted to dance.
As the years passed, she became a ruin.
She gathered paychecks week by week
until nothing was left of her.)
Today, when I meet my cousin and I ask her:
"How ya doing, greenhorn?"
She sighs, and I read from her expression:
"Columbus' land should burn!"
From Letras Mania