From the menu under Desserts,
I order the flan titled "Volcano."
Before its brought to the table,
agents in black crash into the restaurant,
and people go scampering.
The agents wear baseball caps,
and on their bullet-proof vests is emblazoned "ICE,"
acronym for Immigration Gestapo
Dishwashers and illegal cooks alike, they collar,
includidng my foreign born waiter.
Him, they handcuff him from behind
and place a hood over his head,
dragging him and his comrades to a waiting van.
"Hey wait,
what about my flan?
"Hey wait, what about my flan?"
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