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The poem compresses a political observation into a minimal comparison: freedom in Mexico and freedom in the United States are presented as much the same.

Its spareness gives it bite. The page refuses patriotic myth by reducing freedom to a flat, almost weary equivalence.

A near-aphorism broken into a thin vertical column, one or two words per line: 'Freedom / In Mexico / Is about / The Same / As that / In the / United States'. The stretched lineation forces a deliberate, deadpan pace onto a flat equivalence, and the comparison quietly punctures any patriotic claim that liberty is distinctly American. The form is the joke - a grand abstraction reduced to a shrug delivered one syllable at a time.