Doctor Tricornio

Cramps in the arms, pulls in the legs,
muscle strains from throwing stones.
Pain in the spine and back
from overturning buses to make barricades.
Burns on hands and neck
from the splashes of makeshift cocktails.
Swollen ankles, bruised feet
from running in front of those on horseback.
Hypertension in the arteries,
you smoke too much and your breath doesn't reach.
Uncomfortable stabs in one elbow
from lifting it with a jug of cheap wine.
Bruises all over the body
from rubber bullets that came at you.
Muscle soreness, general discomfort.
You are very sick. Who can cure you?
There is only one doctor specialized
in straightening out the misfits.
Doctor Tricornio, Doctor Tricornio.
The demon's teacher's pet.
Trash bag on the head.
Rain of blows without bruises.
Wet towel leaves no marks.
That chest out and hands up.
How hard it is to breathe underwater.
We're going to give your slutty girlfriend a hard time.
Does high voltage tickle you?
'I'm going to shoot your father.'
Stiff shoulders and wrists
from signing on forbidden facades,
walls, fences, and monuments
to annoy the city council.
Inflammation of the tailbone,
you fell on your back stretching the slingshot.
Heartburn, constant nausea.
Who can rid me of this lamentable hangover?
There is only one doctor specialized
in straightening out the misfits.
Doctor Tricornio, Doctor Tricornio.
The demon's teacher's pet.