I’m gonna teach my face a lesson.
Grow me a racist mustache.
It’ll talk shit about Puerto Ricans.
Call black folks race-baiters.
My mustache will blame the Jews.

For what?
Just for being, I suppose.
Damned Jews.

Maybe my nose will pull me aside.
(My nose is my face’s spokesperson; my mouth still pouts about the vote.)
“This guy’s making us all look bad,”
He’ll say.
“Isn’t there anything you can do?”

And I’ll tell my nose,
“Some people still believe in the First Amendment,”
And then I’ll jam my finger right the fuck in there.
A nose should know its place.

I’m gonna grow me a racist mustache.
What is a man without ambitions?