CHITA THE MONKEY SINGS TO TRUMP
O¡ my King; my trustworthy and conceitless Tarzan
Empty head, dumb ass
Who, since the first day of your mandate
Have not stopped shitting Decrees
That is why they call you “Decree-Shitter”.
Everyone praises you, as much as the wanking priest
Who does not stop solemnly jerking off
Or the whoremonger who, at the cry of female pussies
Has such a high regard for fucking them.
You defend the pros and cons
Of the Asses that govern the nations of the World
With the greatest determination and commitment.
You have surrounded yourself with empty heads like yours
As bad and repulsive as you
And a super donkey of childish treatment
Because he is a multimillionaire according to what they say
And defends the Nazi salute
Who cheers up the yawn of the wild human species
And shits pure and net cryptocurrencies
Who takes you to the toilet and makes you eat carrots
So that you keep your overgrown complexion and hair.
O¡ my King; Donkey commonly venerated
By satraps, genocidaires, rippers and tyrants.
It does not take much brain
To see your analogy with the crowing of the rooster
Or the Braying of the Donkey.
You have long ears like a donkey
That’s why people follow you and applaud
And the soul of Cutthroat and Dracula together
That’s why you help make the beds
For mothers, daughters and maidens
Without them knowing anything
Because they are in conversation
And, without wanting to, they open their legs to your kiss
Confident that you lead like a very proud horse
A formidable cock that they venerate
The headless henchmen, and evil from birth
That you have placed at your side and your government.
O! my King; tall, half blond – orange, party loving
With a quarter and a half of a wrist between your legs
False Ambassador of Peace
Deceiver of drooling fools
And stupid of cunts
The hair that you wear reached your navel
And, now, you have cut it giving it to her, as a votive offering
To the priestess presbyter.
O! my King; commonly psychopathic gulf
How tremendous you are!
Because you want rare lands
Like a God you are going to Ukraine
To reconquer and humiliate it
As if you were a dragon, or an Attila, King of the Huns
With the only desire to violate the maiden
Without letting her freely embrace that Europe that you hate
Or enter NATO like Matthew for his house.
Because you want water, you are going to Gaza
To build on thousands of corpses
Murdered and dead by a genocidal satrap
Tall buildings and beautiful beaches.
O¡ my King; Europe frightened takes you by the hand
Without knowing where you are taking it.
I do know, because I haven’t guessed it
But you yourself have told me
When you’re kissing my ass:
-That you will take Europe along roads, along paths
Trying to make a fire on top of the mountains
With bones and skulls
Of men and women that you will kill again
In a third war to come
Blessed by all beliefs.
”In time you will prove it worthily
My beloved Chita”.
Chita: -Humans: the Jungle has a new King!
My Tarzan. Lord of the Jungle.
-Daniel de Culla