Our man there in Havana likes to peep
But not participate or help; his heart
Is less developed than his nation. Keep
Away from guys like this: though to the eyes
He's so appealing, privileged and cool,
He's odious. While all his fam'ly flies
Off to America lest Castro's rule
Come after them, he stays, but it's not brave.
He's rid of all who might expect of him
An effort while he's this side of the grave.
His frantic nation lets him stay that dim
And keep his comforts even when, you bet
He goes and bothers quite the wrong nymphet.
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