Mi jefe

My boss dresses well, with the best clothes. And then gives them to me when they're already rags. On top of that, he wants me to kiss his ass. And sometimes, to swallow something harder. My boss spends the day counting profits. He pays me peanuts to learn the trade. The way life is, the bastard tells me to look around to see if I find something better. What does my boss deserve? My boss deserves a monument at the very top of the cemetery. My boss has a car with two hundred horses, And I can only afford a motorbike. He tells anyone who listens that he started earning his possessions by collecting cardboard. My boss reads psychology books: he prepares at night the dirty tricks for the day. He stabs with a smile and everything he says, of course, is gospel. My boss plays sports at the country club, hitting balls into a hole with a stick. He tells his banker friend with a smile that this youth needs to be put in its place. My boss carries at least three sets of books: two to mislead and another for his wife. They're going to name him man of the year. All the press says he's a great citizen.