A silly poem about a factory worker. His name is Felipe and works in a burlap sack manufacturing plant. This was just a conversation I had with a friend. Using a poem to describe how to find where I currently live.

In a move westward. Maintaining the same latitude coordinate of Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. You'll come to a willow tree, just off highway 1. Follow it's shallowest exposed root. At it's end you'll find a burlap sack. This may look as any other sack...because it is. Go to the address adorning the bottom. There you will find Felipe. He'll tell you the way.(cliché plot, I know)

"How do I know this is the real Felipe?" she asked

Well....this is how.

He has one eye that's brown

And one eye that's blue

This is how you know he's true

A wrinkled brow

And a stubbled chin

His features tell you where he's been

A working man

Through and through

Words to tell you

Where to go

He can't speak

So he'll have to show

Trust in him

He is true