Poem 2: El Zorro's Five-Minute Rule
El Zorro leans against the chain-link,
Tail flicking, eyes bright with schemes,
He says, "Give me five minutes—
That's all it takes to change a dream."
Five minutes to swap a story,
To laugh at a headline or two,
To turn suspicion into a handshake,
And see a stranger's point of view.
He times the world in moments,
Not in hours, not in years,
He knows that trust is fragile—
Built from smiles, not from fears.
So when you see El Zorro grinning,
And you're tempted to walk away,
Remember, five minutes of listening
Can turn a night into a day.
Parody Song 2: Cats in the Barrio
(Parody of "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin)
My child arrived just the other day,
Came to the court in the usual way.
But there were hoops to shoot and tales to spin,
Cartel Cats waiting to let him in.
He said, "I'm gonna be like you, Ma—
You know I'm gonna be like you."
And the cats in the barrio and the tales at night,
Stories of scars in the fading light.
When you coming home, Ma? I don't know when,
But we'll talk real soon, we'll talk real soon.
Felicia smiled as the day grew late,
Saw her kittens learn to navigate
A world that's quick to judge and run,
But slow to see what they've become.
She said, "I'm proud of you, mis hijos,
You're more than what they see."
And the cats in the barrio and the tales at night,
Stories of hope in the soft twilight.
When you coming home, Ma? I don't know when,
But we'll talk real soon, we'll talk real soon.