Revoluciòn!

During my life

I’ve had many bosses

that’s inevitable.

Yet, somewhat I’ve always managed

not to have them for long.

I’ve always felt like those Christmas spruces

so little, constricted roots

into minuscules pots.

They’d always die

no matter the water and the light

you’d give them.

I didn’t want my life to end

in captivity, like this.

So, after a while, I’ve always left.

First there was my Dad

He was so harsh, to me

and it was difficult, believe me

to detach.

It’s like Stockholm syndrome.

I don’t know if you feel me.

Then it was my mom

it was even worse

because she isn’t strong

like my father

she is stronger: a monster of intelligence.

But I was better, I’m a fucking genius

for christ’s sake!

God forbid you have to argument with me:

I’ll remain silent like a tomb. You’ll lose.

Anyway, I’ve never meant to brag.

My mother was defeated.

Then I began to have women.

Holy fuckin’ spirit of st. Patrick!

They’re tricky, goddamn!

(sorry, for blasphemies)

Nonetheless I’ve always managed to get bored.

Yeah, y’know how the world goes:

”I don’t love you anymore, I’m not sure…”

translates into

”I want a different pussy to stick my dick inside”.

Still, there’s one Chief I cannot overcome.

My ass! he’s a dictator!

When he says I’ve got to take a shit

there is no resisting.

Please, someone help me.

I need people

to take part into my revolution!

Vive la liberté! and saké. But I digress.

Back to my ass.

Maybe we could sign a paper

to start a cl-ass

action! I need freedom.

Oh my god! here it comes!

again! my king the butthole

demands his subject

to visit her queen the bathroom.

Excuse me, I need to go.