ANOTHER VISIT TO THE ORWELL’ FARM
We are fifteen friends, between women and men
To whom have invited to the Orwell ‘Farm.
It’s time for major elections
And that scream or cry so resonant
From the heads of the list asking for the vote
Rumbles in the streets, stables and pens.
This time, it’s something extraordinary, magnificent!
Because are present:
The Pigs’ Party
The Sucking Pigs‘ Party
The Fucking Pigs’ Party
The Dirty Pigs’ Party
The Hogs’ Party
And the Motherfucker Pigs’ Party.
We have sold the vote to each one
Asking for a good position
For us and our family
In the companies of the Ibex 35.
We are not voting, but yes of wine boot
And gentle aperitif
Waiting to make a hit with them.
In this confidence of reaching a prebend
Or a simple benefit
We play happily
Pulling on a table mat
An erotic die
With the obligation to fulfill each
With the luck that comes out.
The punishment for not fulfilling the fate of the die
It will be to give a blowjob
To a chosen wo/man among us.
So let’s play beautifully!
With this die consisting of six sides:
The 1: “You will do a service to the she Elephant”
The 2: “You will exalt the ass ‘ cock”
The 3: “You will sing a heroic verse to the Giraffe s ass”
On 4: “You will masturbate the Mule’s member
Until he lifts his neck to Heaven with panache ”
The 5: “You will put the Cunt in the mouth of the Ass
Impelling your arseholo certain wind ”
The 6: “You will manage, for one day
The Sex Workers’ Block:
Mules, Donkeys and Jumentas
To whom men have good appreciation.
Did not give time to play at all
Because a big Hee-Haw made us stop
Forcing us to listen
To a Major pig
Who was the ruler, right now
The Farm Government
Who were they calling “Holy Pope”
Becvause always began his speech or homily
With these heartfelt words:
“A Holy Pope append myself I can”
And, before finishing his rant
That nobody listened or understood
He made a very pleasant observation:
“Here, in this endearing Farm
Give you an idea: our Farm!
There is only one Academy of literary scholars
What is that Donkeys’ Corps
That illustrates the nation
In the language of the Hee-Haw
And its resonant echoes. ”
“Vote, if you want
And if you don’t want, don’t vote
That here you will always be governed
With the Justice of the Ass. “
-Daniel de Culla