When Ignorance is Folly

We want to help the Mexicans
Attempt to curb their drug cartels,
Among whose rank shenanigans,
Are whacking mayors and cops, which smells
As bad as wasting journalists
When coverage of the hell persists.

We urge their cops and army troops
To intercept loads moving north,
(Though some, in less than full fell swoops,
For payoffs let the stash go forth).
They’re often those who end up dead,
Sliced neck to toe, for they’ve no head.

We try to stop the southbound flow
Of billions cached in cars and trucks
Though less than one percent, we know,
Is all we find, which ain’t big bucks
For all the coke and grass that’s sold
Throughout the States, most uncontrolled

For weapons that the cartels need
Three-quarters of them come from us.
As though we’re ready to concede
That gun control we don’t discuss,
A House-passed bill would permit sales
That show the NRA prevails.

If dealers, for example, said
They didn’t know they broke the law,
They’d hardly have a thing to dread;
In court they’d have the last hurrah.
Ignorance exculpatory?
Cartels, build your inventory!

The senators’ companion bill,
Its sponsor hails from Idaho,
His surname’s long by one vowel?
His full name’s Michael Dean Crapo.
Smugglers think his name’s just dandy
As they wade the Rio Grande.