I had said I wasn’t going to write no more poems like this But the battlefield has oozed away from the stilted debates of semantics Beyond the questionable flexibility of primal screaming The reality of our city, jungle streets and their Gestapos Has become an attack on home, life, family and philosophy, total It is beyond the question of the advantages of didactic isms The mother F in’ dogs are in the street In Houston maybe someone said Mexicans were the new n&#%!!s In LA maybe someone said Chicanos were the new n&#%!!s In Frisco maybe someone said Orientals were the new n&#%!!s Maybe in Philadelphia and North Carolina they decided they didn’t need no new n&#%!!s I had said I wasn’t going to write no more poems like this But dogs are in the street.