these tacos stink

it's the worst
taco, you've ever half eaten.
a hard shell, stale,
a load of shredded
ice berg lettuce,
unseasoned
boiled chicken and canned dice
tomatoes.
no hot sauce, no cheese,
no sour cream,
no guacamole.
but the music plays on.
the weak
drinks, edged with salt
get made. they greet you at the door
with hugs,
long hand shakes
with both hands,
tipping their sombreros,
laughing
with gold teeth.
the walls are painted
orange and festive,
the place is crowded,
and yet,
the tacos stink.