Prologue/Border Jumpers (School Project) - 11/5/02

14 illegal immigrants are we,
Striving for the land of the free.
4 Cubans on a raft,
Floated away as we laughed.
They would've been shot down by a nark,
But the raft was attacked by a shark.
10 of us left, listed in no order,
Will try crossing the American border.
Keally was the first: Short, thin and poor.
Whose father died on the float before.
He was mighty strong although thin,
Once killed a man for calling him a Mexican.
He loved the women a night at a time,
But he was too poor to keep them alive.
He dreams of having a newborn son,
If the love of his life will ever come.
All he wanted was the fame and glory,
So he made me put him in this story.
A Panthers shirt and a skirt he wore,
Because there was nothing left from the week before.
The next little Cuban went by Ivan.
He was quite the pimp and money he was striving.
He appeared to be white,
Supposedly dropped here one night.
His best employee Lisa was a pretty young lad,
Loved her a lot, more than his dad.
He lives his life in memory of her,
For he had never loved like that before.
He was so into the gold and chains,
That it made up for the lack of brains.
He wore the most expensive stuff,
But he could never get enough.
Max was the best of friend,
But didn't have a dollar to lend.
He had a thing about selling drugs,
In America he could fix the thugs.
It is a shame that he wasted his life,
And sold his soul for a knife.
He wore a black coat, long and ashy,
And where he got the pants: don't ask me.
His transportation was the oddest thing,
He had a bunch of wood tied with a string.
The next Cuban was Chris he was such a Jew.
It was hilarious how little he knew.
He flipped burgers in his hometown,
Claimed to make it perfectly brown.
He wore the same old uniform,
Roach infested, stained and torn.
He didn't have a float,
Dumb enough to think we gave him a boat.
He had about no self-esteem,
And when the liquor kicked in he was mean.
The next boy was called Elian.
His parents got him through by stealing.
Gonzalez I think was his last name,
All of 8 with this supposed fame.
He said he's done this once before,
But to be so young I'm not sure.
All we knew is that his parents died.
And when I wanted to switch rafts I was denied.
His was big, expensive and blue.
Why he wouldn't trade for my tire no one knew.
He dressed American but we all know he wasn't.
Supposedly he got the clothes from his cousin.
Brittany was the next brave soul.
The guys drooled over her since she was four.
She isn't a Cuban either but was left here.
One night when her parents were acting queer.
She dressed in a way this dump never seen.
If Cuba had standards it would be obscene.
She was always happy and quite the flirt.
But made everyone feel poorer than dirt.
She had the brains but didn't remember,
Her only raft was stolen in December.
If we had a queen she could take the throne.
Until then she has to share my old Firestone.
The next border jumper goes by Jesse.
With the multi-colored hair that's messy.
He is smart but very closed minded,
If he keeps dressing ghetto we'll all be blinded.
He would pretend he could dance and sing,
In the cardboard box he called home or something.
Sometimes he cries for his grave,
When he reflects back on when he was a slave.
He is hard headed enough to think he can swim,
So we'll just hope the waves don't suck him in.
The wisest of us all was a woman named Ms. Scott.
Not sure of the first name but Chris says she's hot.
She could make fun of all our flaws,
We just agreed since she knew it all.
She wasn't rich but could keep herself fed.
To live off 12 cents a day, she'd be dead.
She loved the job but hated the pay,
But isn't that what all teachers say?
She was quite the conservative dresser,
But Chris would die to impress her.
Like most she had an old tire to float,
So for once she couldn't gloat.
Next to last on our escapade was Charlie.
He could call his role model Bob Marley.
If he wasn't happy you knew,
He wasn't one to have angry with you.
He doesn't have a raft cause it might sink,
Just to fit on it he'd have to shrink.
Instead he grabbed a huge mobile home tire,
Right after his dumpy trailer caught fire.
He wore whatever he found that fit.
Like the same ripped pants perfectly split.
Well I am the loudest of us all,
I'm not short or skinny but not too tall.
I look like a terrorist with the wardrobe.
Many do in this new country, so I have hope.
Back when Ford Motor Company needed slaves to hire.
I stole a nice white letter before I got fired.
Now we are responsible for killing drivers,
Because of their cheap, separated tires.
I am bragging, for this was my plan.
Without me they would've all ran.
I am going to risk getting us all getting killed,
Avoid 200 soldiers with guns for a thrill.
85 miles from wire to wire,
Floating with some sexy stranger in my tire.
Plus 8 other people seeking new land,
To steal jobs from the American man.