Cozumel from Pseudoscience Fiction by Kristian North

The cool Pacific Ocean breeze
A scorchin’ southern sun
They’re serving margaritas
I’ve got a fever of a hundred and one
I should have been in paradise
Now I’m trapped here in this hell
Dying like a gringo on a beach in Cozumel

Exiled in this country
An outlaw from afar
A pest to the bartender
Working at the swim-up bar
My breathing slow and labored
As a moonlit tide does swell
Dying like a gringo on a beach in Cozumel

My hair is styled in cornrows
My arms henna tattooed
The resort has been surrounded
And they won’t let no one through
Feed my body to the fishes
Dress my corpse in puka shells
Dying like a gringo on a beach in Cozumel

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