Margarita ’mare

I was partying with my girls.

Doing booty shakes and some twirls.

Dancing with my demons till I was jaded.

I soon became intoxicated

And they vacated.

Swimming in a sea of margarita.

Losing my senses like a retard.

Felt light headed and dank.

While my conciousness sank.

My mind began to play on me, a prank.

I woke up in a haze.

Eyes barely open, me in a daze.

Next to me lay a sambrero.

A man came running screaming, “Ai, viento!”

My skin was scorched.

The sun was brighter than a torch.

Wind slapping my face.

Grains of sand headed to the heavens at a great pace.

Eyes widening.

Face reddening.

My heart erupting.

My mouth screaming.

I grabbed the man, who had seized his sambrero from the mischievous wind.

“Sir, please tell me where I am.”, I began to plea.

“Ah, senorita, estas en Mexico.”.

The only word that left my mouth was, “No.”