Poetry from Daniel De Culla

Plastic monkey with a funny face holding a copy of a satirical collection of poetry supposedly by Donald Trump.

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

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *